The AftermathBryan winced when he heard the shouts coming from the other side of the door. Simmonelli's secretary busied herself by filing her nails but stopped when she saw Bryan approaching. She set the file aside and her eyes filled with sympathy. The s**t has hit the fan, her look said. Bryan placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward, feeling emotionally drained.
“You can go in, they are waiting for you,” she said.
As if on cue, the shouting in the room intensified. The secretary turned her attention elsewhere, choosing to shuffle papers rather than carry the conversation to its inevitable unpleasant conclusion. When Bryan opened the door, the shouting ceased.
Brady, Wendy, Donald and the mayor stood in a semicircle around Simmonelli's desk. Brady sat with his hands folded cal
