Page 11 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
After too manyhours in my oppressive office, we reach an agreement. Get Portelli back and start a social media campaign to show we’re serious about improving the employee experience.
There was significant pushback on the specifics of improving the employee experience, with the old guard thinking a Christmas party would solve all our ills. When we gently reminded them there’s more than one faith tradition at that time of year, some of the answers proved colorful. Not to mention prejudiced.
Unable to sit on this another second, I check the traffic. Getting to Brooklyn is, as usual, a nightmare. I have Sherry arrange for a helicopter to take me to the waterfront, where, according to her, the industrious Mr. Portelli is already hard at work. No matter. I can close a deal on the docks as easily as I close one in the boardroom. The location makes no difference.
As the helicopter lifts off the roof, I pull out my phone and begin to answer the emails Sherry forwarded to me. I ignore the texts from my father and the guy I’ve arranged to fuck later tonight, but I wince when I see my head of security come across the screen.
Edgerton: Where are you?
Rand: Taking care of our viral problem. We’re landing now.
Edgerton: Without a security detail?
Rand: I’ve got my pilot. He’s a veteran.
Edgerton: With all due respect, Desert Storm was a long time ago.
Rand: You may yell at me when I return. I’m just going to throw an obscene amount of money at Portelli and bring him back to the office so we can put this to bed.
Edgerton: Just…don’t be yourself.
Rand: I beg your pardon.
Edgerton: I’m talking about Portelli’s family. Don’t piss anybody off.
Rand: Fine.
