The name "JP Morgan" carried more creditworthiness than any bank or financial institution in existence, even more than his own company.
"The government? Do you even know the state it's in right now? You think the Democrats will agree to anything?"
Morgan's voice cut through the room. Most Democratic support came from the agrarian South, far removed from the epicenter of the financial crisis unraveling in the Republican strongholds of the North. The idea of Democratic cooperation with private-sector bailouts was laughable.
"Roosevelt's finished! By Monday, all of you will be too! Wake up, you fools!"
He sneered at their futile plans to negotiate with Jonathan, despite being shackled by short-selling contracts that prevented them from offloading their stocks. After unleashing his fury, Morgan steadied his breath and returned to a cold, deliberate tone.
"Who among you has met with Jonathan?"
Silence.
"No one. You've done nothing but talk among yourselves, haven't you?"
