“Sit, please,” Con said as he looked at the men standing, almost at attention, in front of his desk. To most of the people in his organization he was known only as the Old Man and nothing more, as they had never met him personally. Only a select few had—including the men facing him.
Rico looked at him, then Roger, shrugged and took a seat in one of the three chairs. Roger took the one next to him which left Vance still standing.
Con waited a moment before saying, “If you would, Van. I’d rather not get a permanent crick in my neck.”
A bit insolently Vance nodded and took the remaining chair, leaning back to put his feet on the edge of his superior’s desk.
“He’s asking for it,” Rico murmured to Roger at the same time that he envied Vance’s chutzpah.
Urbain, who had been sorting through
