Deevers looked like he was close to having a heart attack. “You don’t think you have a chance in hell of winning, do you? Our legal staff alone is larger than 85 percent of the registered corporations.”
Jakeson’s smile got bigger. “I don’t have to win, just keep this ship tied up in the courts until the Moon develops her own atmosphere.” He leaned back in his command chair and tapped his fingers. “Tell the company they can buy back the cargo at fifty cents on the dollar. That’s a real bargain, and the price will be seventy-five cents on the dollar tomorrow. The price goes up accordingly each day. And if they don’t buy the cargo, tell them that I’m sure the settlers would love to get their hands on it for ten cents on the dollar.”