"Yes, Father, I have considered it."
In a luxurious office in Los Angeles, Little Bronfman held the receiver and earnestly answered.
He had his own way of dealing with the chairman of the World Federation of Jews.
Otherwise, with the inherent disadvantage of not being the eldest son, he would not have been chosen as the heir to take charge of the family business.
But as soon as he hung up the phone, Little Bronfman's brow furrowed.
He massaged his temples and took a sip of coffee, then stood up and walked to the window, gazing toward Universal Studios, one of the landmark buildings in close proximity.
"Eisner, Redstone," Little Bronfman muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth turning down as he whispered the names of two media magnates.
They had actually used their seniority and Jewish identity to get in touch with his father!