Bill “Cannon” Silverton adjusted his new paisley tie as he waited in the lounge at Whitefish’s only fancy restaurant and ordered a glass of wine to calm his nerves. Then he thought better of it.
“Can I get a Coke?” Bill asked the bartender. “No, make that a coffee.” Coke was childish, wine too relaxed, but coffee, that would make the right impression. Coffee drinkers were taken seriously. Or maybe he should order a martini like the movers and shakers on Mad Men with their three-martini lunches.
He’d been dumfounded when Mr. Knight’s assistant had called asking for a lunch date. Richard Knight was the big shot owner of Knight Industries and its dozen subsidiaries across the globe. He was one of the richest men in the country, if not the entire world, and lately he was investing in Montana
