CHAPTER SEVEN
Marais rode the rickety elevator in silence with Sheytler by his side. Unfortunately, he was having a difficult time getting Stewart Hulley out of his mind. That old codger had a lot of nerve—coming to him with such a bullshit offer. The level of disrespect was needling him to no end. The lift opened a moment later, revealing the penthouse suites. He trailed Sheytler to his personal suite where another one of his subordinates, Jacob, awaited. Jacob was even taller and more physically imposing than Sheytler was. Marais had assembled a small, yet trustworthy group of likeminded brothers to help him grow his business.
“I sure hope there’s a better batch for me than the last time.” He said.
His handlanger smirked and pushed open the French doors. A wry smile emerged from Marai
