Morrison did not like the renegotiation request.I had expected pushback. I had not expected silence. He listened to everything I said on the phone that Thursday morning without interrupting once. When I finished laying out the club's conditions, the sunset provisions, the annual review structure, the exit clauses, the rewrite of section three from consultation to advisement, he was quiet for long enough that I checked the phone to confirm the call was still connected.Then he said, "Come to my office. Today. Bring whoever you need."Not yes. Not no.Come to my office.I brought Colt and Mouse.We sat in the conference room on the fourteenth floor and I looked at Morrison across the table and he looked at me with an expression that was more complicated than any of the previous meetings we had shared in this room.Agent Voss was beside him. She had a copy of the draft on the table in front of her with annotations in red pen. Dense annotations. The kind that came from someone who had re
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