Roland took the elevator at the end of the hall. He went to the top floor. It opened to reveal a large office-type space that overlooked the grounds. The same tinted, bulletproof glass and steel made the structure. Vintage furniture decorated the area.
“Have a seat,” Tony told Roland when he looked up from his desk. He was chewing on a ball point pen. Tony took the pen from his mouth and pointed it toward the couch at the opposite end of the office. He then tossed it on the desk. Tony stood and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief from his lapel pocket. He folded it neatly and put it back. Tony walked toward the couch and sat down; across from where Roland sat, with one leg placed over his knee.
Tony lit a cigarette. A busty brunette came forward with a tray full of drinks. Tony grabbed a
