Page 40 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
Rand stands up. “Okay, clearly we’ve reached an impasse. I think we’ve all brought up good points—”
I open my mouth to strenuously object to that fucking characterization, but he holds up his hand, darting a nervous look at his father. I shut my mouth, but it hurts to do so.
“But,” he continues, “I believe we should all go to our neutral corners and think through our arguments and solutions. We’ve leaked to the press that Mr. Portelli is working with us, which has slowed some of the hemorrhaging.”
Wolfe Sr. snorts. “This is pure theater. Son, don’t let yourself be fooled by this man. I paid enough for your college education that you should be smarter than this. We don’t let the little people call the shots.”
Most of the old people in the room nod in agreement, sneering in my direction. Rand, Mr. Alpha himself, opens his mouth and closes it, looking somehow smaller at the end of that exchange than he was at the beginning.
His dad just condescended to him in front of the executive team, and he hasn’t done anything to defend himself.
And that bothers me way more than it should.
