Chapter 94

Clifford was on the sofa, flipping through a file. He glanced up. “Sit.”

Santino gave a slight nod and took the seat opposite him. "What's so urgent that you called me to the office this late?"

Clifford tossed the file onto the table. "You know about the import restrictions we were facing, right?"

"I do. Hasn't that been resolved?"

"It has, but some questions remain."

"What kind of questions?"

Clifford pulled out a cigarette and lit it, leaning back into the sofa as he watched Santino through the haze. "The company that targeted us—you've worked with them before. What do you know about them?"