CHRISTOF
I leaned against the table instead of taking the head seat. I needed them to hear me, not revere me. Roman coming to the luncheon wasn’t coincidence. Neither was it luck.
It was opportunity and I hated that I needed it.
“I spoke with Roman tonight. At a Tech Luncheon, couple of hours ago,” I said.
A few looks exchanged. Not fear, Roman wasn’t the boogeyman. Just a man with reach, and the audacity to never explain himself.
“He approached you?” Tyrone asked.
“Yes, casually. Then I cornered him before he disappeared.” I continued. “And before you ask, no, he didn’t say why he was present.”
I crossed my arms, my jaw ticking once.
“You all know we’ve outgrown our routes. The ships are too exposed. Patrol is getting tighter every quarter.”
A few nods. They knew the numbers as
