The air in the Mayor's Office seemed to freeze.
The hefty "Pittsburgh Urban Revitalization Special Municipal Bond Issuance Plan" lay on the coffee table.
Murphy stared at the document as if it were a nuclear bomb about to detonate.
"Five hundred million dollars." Murphy's voice trembled. "Leo, you have no idea what you're talking about."
"Do you think the Democratic National Committee is your private bank? Or that those Vampires on Wall Street will overlook Pittsburgh's abysmal credit rating just because of a party endorsement?"
"This is pure fantasy!"
"Those guys on Wall Street will tear this proposal to shreds and throw the pieces in your face. All they care about are returns and risk assessments, not political sentiment."
He stood up, ready to launch into another tirade, to teach this crazy young man a lesson with the financial common sense he had picked up in Washington.
