They met in Mexico, at Tobias Serrano's luxurious mountainside villa. El-Salaki had once again been the one to demand the gathering, and Bennett refused to have them come to his own home. Or anywhere in the States. Photographers hid everywhere and his enemies would be more than happy to find a c***k in his armor and widen it.
On the flight down, he'd kept asking himself how the f**k he'd gotten into such a situation. He'd started out with such ideals. Developing BGE had taken grit and hard work, and a lot of capital he didn't always have. But he'd managed and received a lot of press as an aggressive, knowledgeable businessman. Press he'd gobbled up, that fed his ego. Maybe a little too much.
The night he'd met Serrano at the home of one of the wealthiest Mexicans, he had been in throes o
