Blair Blake appeared somewhat taken aback and asked, "Boyce, do you two have history?"
The young man let out a mocking laugh. "History? You bet we do."
"Perfect. Mr. Raymond and I are buddies, so now we can all team up. This works out great," Blair said with enthusiasm.
But the young man scoffed and replied, "Blair, I originally figured you were doing pretty well and wanted to throw you a bone."
"But since you dragged this punk along, I've got to say sorry. No deal between us!"
Blair's expression shifted slightly.
"Al...Boyce, what's the deal? Some kind of mix-up?" Blair asked nervously.
The young man sneered. "Mix-up? This punk slugged me! What do you figure?"
Blair instinctively glanced my way.
I drummed my fingers against the table and said coolly, "Looks like you didn't fill Hawk Isolde in on this little incident."
"If I'd told my uncle, you think you'd still be planted in that chair?" the young man said with an icy expression.
