Part 1 can be found here.
“I just don’t trust Golgecci, that’s all I’m saying.” Chuck Underwood hated talk of dreams and hopes. Life was life and that’s what it was. You can want a room full of money with hot women in skimpy outfits feeding you scrambled eggs in the morning, but that wasn’t likely to happen. And for the guy it does happen too, that guy is probably gay and doesn’t appreciate it properly. Life had that ironic property. Chuck could agree to that.
“Are you doing that thing you do again?” Holly demanded. “That thing where no matter what I say, you’re not going to agree with it! Because Golgecci is the one that put our two names together in the first place and up until the present conversation, I would have said that I’m very happy with the results. And he’s earned his doctorate, Chuck. It’s Dr. Golgecci.” Holly wasn’t in the mood for this like she never was. Chuck would just come in and disagree with anything. It didn’t matter what the subject was. There was no institution too safe: religion, politics, or anything. “Also, our country is not trying to big brother us. Life is a hell of a lot better than 1984. Crime is down. People are being sent to the proper places for reentry into society. God Chuck, you’ve got me swearing again.”
“Look, Holly. I’m not trying to make you mad. You’re probably even right, like normal. I’m just saying that doing good things doesn’t prevent him from having an ulterior motive, and specifically a criminal ulterior motive. He’s been doing a wonderful thing, but disproportionately he’s been doing his wonderful things for members of the government or at least it seems that way. Everyday, there’s a new alderman, judge, senator, or pope saying how wonderful it is that Dr. Golgecci took the time to fulfill their dreams an others. But most people aren’t in the government. Most people are just like you and I and you don’t see that.”
“But Chuck, he helped us out. Maybe not everyone but he helped us. Frankly, I’m running out of patience and I’m going to bed. If you want to stay on this subject, can you do it quietly? I’ve got work in the morning and it’s a big deal tomorrow.” And with that she brushed off yet another wild idea Chuck came up with.