Liam Livingston offered a dismissive wave of his hand, his posture relaxed despite the opulent surroundings. "Alright, I got it. CEO Quinn is waiting for you upstairs. Go on ahead."
Ulysses Yates, known to the underground simply as The Proprietor, let out a throaty, conspiratorial chuckle. "Right. You just hold down the fort for a few minutes, Liam. We’re putting the final touches on a little surprise for you. Trust me, it’s worth the wait."
With a wink that disappeared into the crinkles of his weathered face, Ulysses Yates turned and headed toward the private elevators that led to the third-floor executive suites.
Liam Livingston shook his head, a faint, weary smile playing on his lips. He watched the older man retreat, wondering what kind of theatrics they were planning. These people—
