Liam glanced at the man but completely ignored his presence. While he was generally easygoing, he was no pushover, and he certainly wasn't weak.
This "Yanick" had started the encounter with condescension and dismissiveness; he clearly hadn't learned the unspoken rules of New York social hierarchies.
Otherwise, Liam thought, I’d just bury you in cash until you couldn't see the light of day.
Of course, the dramatic outbursts found in pulp novels were a bit exaggerated. He wasn't actually going to get worked up just because a mid-level agency lackey threw a few insults his way. That was the behavior of the nouveau riche, not someone with real staying power.
However, he still knew how to signal his displeasure in a professional setting: total, icy indifference.
Liam’s phone rang at that m
