We get in the helicopter with the new guy and go back to Drogon's office. We get there at 20 till 4.
"This has been a successful day so far." I sit between Drogon and Mike.
"I need to clean something."
We stare at Mary. The new guy keeps trying to pull her seat closer to his.
I shrug my shoulders. "I haven't bothered the lawyers in a while. They're probably bored."
"That'll work." She jumps up and runs out.
The man runs his hands through his hair, and it sticks up all over.
Chris smiles. "So, who are you?"
"My name is Vance Astaroth. I'm 38 years old. I own Swofay. How did? What is happening?"
Chris glances around. "What is Swofay?"
"It's a high-class restaurant chain. I've eaten there before. They have good food." Clayton sits beside Monte.
Drogon gets some papers out. "I'm gi
