Chapter 8

“Of course, I’ll order for both of us. Is there anything you can’t eat, boy?” Gary asked. Danny looked up.

“No Sir, the only thing I’m allergic to is penicillin.” He immediately put his head back down.

Bull said, “There is Bear now. Are those your contracts he’s carrying?”

“Yeah, I offered Danny a contract on Wednesday. I hammered out the details with Bear tonight.” Bull shook Gary’s hand.

“It looks like we have to hire some additional service subs now that both Danny and my boy are out of circulation.” Bull laughed. “I get to bust some ass teaching protocol.”

Bear finally got over to the table after being stopped several times by members wishing to consult with him on business or just rub elbows with the most successful real estate mogul in all of New Jersey. “Sorry about that. I usually reserve a table and sit with my boy because they won’t approach me when I’m eating, but when I’m on my feet or at the bar, I’m fair game.”