You chose: Take the truce
You fly to Tampa and meet Carole at an Applebee’s. You bury the hatchet and talk tiger conservation over a stellar spinach and artichoke dip. She picks up the tab and you part ways, a sense of peace washes over you. In the parking lot your phone rings and your legless zoo manager is on the other end, hysterical.
“Carole’s goons burned it all down! The zoo is gone! They just wanted you to let your guard down so they could destroy your legacy!”
Carole pulls up in a cherry F-250 and cackles maniacally as she does a smokey burnout. As much as it pains you to admit, it is a f*#&ing awesome burn out.
