CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
No one questioned Mauri when he gave an order. So although it probably irked him, Brad slunk out of the room, Bruno at his heels.
Mauri didn’t sit at the desk, as he did when conducting business. He gestured to the vast leather couch in the corner, Dax accepted the silent invitation to sit on it.
“It’s a shame, we haven’t had one of our talks in a while. We should get back in the habit, shouldn’t we?”
“Uh, yeah,” Dax said, growing up he and Mauri talked regularly.
The private audience with the patriarch was envied by others. He hadn’t realized the importance of that relationship until they’d lost the routine.
“Do you want a drink?” Mauri asked, opening a palm toward the Waterford.
It was too early in the day to be mixing martinis or sipping scotch.
Dax shook his
