“Ah, Ronin!” Barclay greeted.
“Clay, hello,” Ronin replied. “Glad you could make it.”
“I only regret I missed the dinner you hosted earlier. Rumor has it Fergus is back. I would dearly love to have a conversation with my son-in-law. We can’t have any more delays like last time.”
“Well, that is the whole point of this gathering. This way we are all on the same page.”
“Indeed. Now, where is that boy? He must know that showing up late does not inspire confidence.”
“I am sure he is on his way. He probably forgot how congested New York traffic can be.”
“On his way,” Barclay repeated. “Isn’t he staying at the family estate?”
“No. He isn’t. I am not sure where he is staying. He hasn’t mentioned which hotel he is currently using.”
“That doesn’t sound like someone who is trying to get back
