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The day had come for Ron to see the insurance investigators. He and Denise walked in with all of his financial records, income statements, affidavits of his character and every other scrap of evidence in his favor that he could procure.

'Mr. Jameson, I'm Charles Findley. Would you please come with me'alone, if you don't mind.'� He glanced at Denise as he said this.

'Alone? Why is that?'�

'The policy is in your name. Unless, of course, this is your attorney'�.'� He waited for Ron to verify.

'No, this is my wife and she has every reason to be interested and supportive in this matter, wouldn't you agree?'� His manner was firm. It was obvious he was not going to bend.

'Ah'�yes, of course. This way, please.'� The point had been made and Findley turned to lead them. Victory number one for our side, Denise thought and she winked covertly at Ron.

After all were seated, Findley immediately began to state his company's policies and their stand regarding Ron's situation. The pile of papers in front of him seemed endless and Ron now showed his impatience just as quickly.

'Can we just cut to the chase here, Mr. Findley? You think I burned my own home for the insurance money. It's quite obvious that you do. I know it and you know now that I know it. The fact is that you are paid to find ways not to pay on policies that your company cheerfully takes money for. I can almost accept that as legitimate. It has its place in cases of fraud, but it is entirely reprehensible and may be fraud itself to take money from honest folks when you know that you have no intent to deliver on your advertised promises. And, if I am not mistaken, I believe there is at least a law regarding truth in advertising, in addition to breach of contract'�.'�

'Mr. Jameson'�.'� Findley attempted to interrupt and again gain the high ground in this battle of wills, but Ron maintained his newfound momentum and pushed forward with a strength born of excess frustration and pent up rage.

'One moment, sir. I might add that the Attorney General could well be interested in the outcome of this little meeting. Now, you have quite a stack of papers there in front of you. You must have before you every aspect of my life. Your resources are probably much better than you'd ever admit. Then it should also follow that you will know that I am not in any dire financial straits'i.e., I am not a gambler, I have not of late contracted any diseases, nor do I have any pressing and expensive medical needs of any kind, etcetera, etcetera and etcetera. You have likely checked my background deeply enough to have seen that I had top-level security clearance in my work for the government, so the moral veracity of my character is above reproach.'� Ron now stood and glared down at Findley from his fully erect height. 'You could have verified anything that you chose to, but just in case you have missed something, I have a present for you.'� He slammed his own pile of papers onto the desk in front of Findley, who involuntarily jumped at the sound. 'Add this to your reading. Perhaps there are details your diligent staff of investigators chose to ignore. If you are an honest and a wise man, as I hope you are, you have nothing to fear in this matter, but if you are not, I will go to every legal measure to hold you personally responsible. Do you understand?'�

Findley was a seasoned veteran in the insurance business. Still, he was unused to such treatment from those that he was supposed to be intimidating. The whole thing was very unsettling and he tried unsuccessfully to maintain an air of indifference. 'Mr. Jameson, there is no need for threats, I assure you.'� He was now on his own feet, trying to regain the lost psychological advantage. Before he could do so, Ron took Denise by the arm and left, slamming the door loudly. Findley stood in stunned silence, staring at the now closed door. Much as he wanted the last word, he actually hesitated to follow.

'That did feel very good.'� Ron clenched his fists in a half-raised gesture that signaled his own feeling of invigoration.

'That was an inspiring performance. You've won this round, Sir Ronald. Absolutely magnificent.'�

He smiled so wide that he feared it would become permanent. 'I was inspired, I guess. It felt so good to blow off some steam at the petty little tyrant. I think I scared him, don't you?'�

'Well, he won't soon forget Ronald Jameson, I can assure you." She laughed aloud as she pictured his face again. Her laughter was like the sweetest music to Ron. It had been far too long since he had seen her really happy and encouraged.

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