“Which ‘little birdies’ have been talking this time?” I ask him through gritted teeth.
“It’s not a matter of who’s been talking, Bastian. It’s about what they’ve been saying.”
“Well? Are you going to drag this s**t out or are you going to actually tell me what the f**k is happening?”
Again, that blink. I hate it more and more with each successive sighting. “I have it on good authority that this building—which represents billions of my dollars, and nearly as much from my friend Mr. Brewer here, as well as all of the other limited partners’ investments—is absolutely riddled with operational issues. They say that everything from cooling apparatuses to ventilation systems has failed to pass inspection on numerous occasions. They say that you couldn’t even fry an egg in here, much less cook
