Dylan’s meetings finally ended, and he returned to the Packhouse. When he returned to his office, he found Arthur and Vex arm-wrestling, surrounded by beer cans. He was livid.
“This isn’t a tavern. If you want to arm wrestle, take it out of my offices!”
Arthur and Vex dropped their grip, straightened, and looked at Dylan sheepishly.
“Sorry boss, we finished the agreement and you know how much I love to arm wrestle.”
Kyle jumped up and handed the document to Dylan.
“Have some damn respect. These are negotiations, not a frat party.”