Then, I finished my drink.
When it was empty, I set it to the side and pulled out my cell phone. I had a lot of numbers saved in my phonebook, mostly acquaintances or networking contacts, people I had met in my path to the top. Supporters. Dissenters. Other Alphas.
When I found the number I was looking for, I pushed send. The call connected after a moment.
“This is Roman,” said the voice on the other line.
“Roman, this is Rafael,” I said.
He seemed surprised. “Rafael. I don’t think you’ve ever called me before.”
There had never been a need to before. “We have a common interest now, and I have a proposition I think might interest you.”
“What is it?” Roman asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice.
So untrusting. “I would like to extend an offer to you, for you to visit my pack.”
“No
