Chapter 4
Buck Collins reminded Ryan of a bull in a porcelain factory. Short, broad, and lacking a neck, he chewed expensive cigars but never lit one. His hair was cut in the manner of a Marine recruit—buzz cut on the sides, short on top. Still, Ryan had always admired his business sense. It was one reason why this company had survived while others had failed. He might not dish out compliments, but he was a decent enough guy to work for. Up until recently, they’d made a good team. His inability to come to terms with the facts about the current project blew Ryan’s mind.
Ryan knocked and entered Buck’s office. “You wanted to see me?”
“Sit down, Halloran, sit down.” Buck’s face lit up. “I’ve got some new ideas for the Benjamin.”
Thank goodness. Maybe he’s finally come to grips with realit
