Bernard glanced at his watch; it was dinner time, and he was right on time. At the restaurant, Alden was already waiting at the VIP table, which was set apart in an all-glass room. It wasn't unusual for Alden to suddenly call for a meeting, but it was typically held at his house.

"Mr. Harrison," Bernard greeted.

Alden nodded. "Sit down, Mr. Gulfman. I think you'll find the menu here to your liking."

"Well, whatever it is, I'm fine with it."

Bernard was slightly puzzled as to why Alden wanted to meet so suddenly. They had already talked earlier that morning. It had been agreed that the rumors circulating didn't...