There were few things that Big Tobacco respected and Capitalism was on the top of that very short list. He had been enthralled by his fellow New God from the moment they had met, which was not something Benjamin Reynolds would ever admit to, not unless he found himself under Alcohol’s heavy hand. Money was power it bought people and atom bombs alike.
“Cigarette taxes keep going, smokers are being singled out for rising health care costs, the FDA is getting all hot and bothered at the thought of finally having it’s way with me and they want to ban smoking in cars next.”
Benjamin sat back in his chair not bothering to keep the delighted smile from his face. He loved a challenge, thrived on the controversy of his existence since the American public started blaming him for a whole host of diseases that came from over indulgence.