Leo's finger crossed the state line and tapped on the map of Ohio.
"Youngstown, Cleveland, even Wheeling in West Virginia."
"The factories there are starving just the same, and their mayors are just as worried about jobs."
"If I called the mayor of Youngstown and told him I had a thirty million US Dollar steel order, how do you think he'd respond?"
"Would he ask if I'm a Democrat or a Republican? Would he worry about scrutiny from the State Government?"
"He'd drive over here immediately, even if he had to knock on my door in the middle of the night. He'd bring his union president, bring his contract, and treat me like a god."
"Because he wants his city to survive."
Leo's gaze turned sharp as a knife, sweeping over everyone present.
"Gentlemen, this is a five hundred million US Dollar cake. It's a big cake, but it's finite. Pittsburgh can't eat it all, but we certainly won't beg you to take a piece."
"If you're not at the table, you're on the menu."
