Gizmo set his computer on the coffee table and pushed himself to his feet. He’d spent the last two hours working up a list of equipment he would need for the security updates Tuck wanted. He wasn’t done yet, but it was as close as he would get without personally checking each site for changes.
He figured he might as well hold off and put it all in as one order, hoping the quantity might give him a better price. It wouldn’t mean more profit. Club work he did at cost because but not all the club-associated businesses could afford his rates, and they didn’t get the option to use anyone else. His doing the work at cost was an option they could all live with. It meant they could be sure all the businesses remained secure, at least as secure as they could be, meaning Tuck and the club could liv
