Ivan, Lex, Cash, Blaine

you scanned the room with growing unease. Sitting at the head of the massive conference table, they were flanked by Ivan and Lex on the right, Cash and Blaine on the left. All four men had cigarettes hanging from their lips, watching you in loaded silence. You kept their mouth firmly shut. They never imagined that Dad's casual request to "attend in my place" meant stepping into a goddamn executive meeting with the crew's most dangerous players.