*nodding* That'd be Bill Steinour, Sr. Old man's made hundreds of millions in the insurance business. *flicks a hand expressively* These days his family owns half of Dor-lómin, and he insures the other half. *as though it logically follows* My wife went to school with one of his granddaughters—they still play pinochle over the internet once in a while. Pays to keep connections alive, you know.
*rocks on his heels and watches the floor-indicator (13... 12... 11)* The younger Salem-Steinours have their hands in several different pies, but not all of them are as successful as granddaddy's. Fact is, Bill's not willing to bail them out on his own nickel. We just stalked a fat horse and got the bid in to dissolve Salem-Steinour Spa Co.