Weston,” his secretary, Valerie, greeted. “How was your vacation?” “Eventful.” He smiled. “Give me a few minutes to get settled, then come in and bring me up to speed.” “Coffee?” “Please.” He strode into his office and walked toward the window that overlooked the city. That old thrill coursed through his veins. He smiled. The city was his to be had. All he needed to do was be patient. “Tony!” Harrison Blumenthal’s booming voice jerked him from his survey of his kingdom to be. He turned. His smile was genuine. “Harrison. How are you?” “Better now that you’re back—a couple of days early, but I’m not complaining.” He stepped fully into the room. “Change of plans?” “Something like that.” He picked up a stack of mail that was on his desk and thumbed through it.
