"Important race tickets. Very exclusive. Very fast cars. Very loud engines." Dom waved the envelope. "Jason will be offended if no one comes. And if Jason is offended, he will text me repeatedly, spamming with emojis. Specifically angry emojis."
One of the clients looked up. "I like racing."
Dom brightened. "You do? Here!" He thrust an envelope toward the man. "Take some. Please. I have too many."
The client took a ticket, examined it, and nodded. "Thank you."
"Thank you for relieving me of my burden."
Leo sighed. "Dom."
"Yes?"
"Leave."
"Leaving! Yes! Leaving now!" Dom said. He gave Leo tickets too and backed toward the door. "Great meeting you all! Enjoy the race! Wear earplugs! It's very loud! I learned that the hard way!"
He stumbled over the threshold, caught himself, and disappeared into the hallway. The door swung shut behind him.
Leo stared at the closed door for a long moment. Then he turned back to his clients. "Where were we?"
