The next morning, the door to the Mayor's Office was pushed open.
Gavin Stone strode inside.
This refined politician in a charcoal pinstripe suit was completely different from Thomas Moretti.
Moretti reeked of stale cigars, carrying the greasy air of an old-school politician.
Gavin Stone smelled only of cologne and mints.
He was more like a fund manager straight off the floor of a Wall Street exchange, or a corporate raider preparing for a company buyout.
Sharp, capable, and aggressive.
"My apologies, Mr. Mayor."
Stone casually shut the door, closing Ethan's displeased face out of the room.
He walked straight to the guest chair in front of the desk and sat down, his movements as natural as if he were in his own home.
"I know you require an appointment, but what I've brought is too important. All that tedious procedure will just delay us from making money."
Leo put down his pen.
He looked at the uninvited guest.
