At two p.m., Barry’s phone chimed and he distractedly said, “Yes, Elizabeth?”
“Sir, Tony Viscolli is here to see you.”
Intrigued, Barry slipped off his reading glasses and shut the lid of his laptop. “Send him in.”
Tony never came to visit him. Barry always went to him. It didn’t bother him because, after all, Tony was the client. In their personal meetings, they typically met outside of their individual offices. But their last meeting two days ago had taken place in this very office and ended with each of them feeling extremely tense. Barry wasn’t even certain exactly where their friendship stood right now.
He pushed back from his desk and stood, slipping on his suit jacket as Tony came through the door. Tony carried a leather portfolio, but was dressed down in khaki slacks and a blac
