A fire had started in his own backyard.
And it had reached his most critical pillar of support.
Leo tightened his grip on the phone.
"Alright," Leo replied. "I'll be right there."
He hung up and shoved the phone back into his pocket.
He looked at the room full of busy elites, at Murphy yelling into his phone, and at Ethan tapping away at his keyboard.
The war here was important. It was about five hundred million US Dollars, about winning and losing.
But the meeting by the river was a matter of life and death.
If he lost Frank, if he lost his working-class base, Leo would lose it all.
"Murphy."
Leo picked up the overcoat from the back of his chair and draped it over his shoulders.
Murphy, still on the phone, looked up and covered the mouthpiece. "What is it?"
"Keep an eye on things here."
Leo adjusted his collar, his tone calm.
"I have something more important to take care of."
He pushed open the conference room door and strode out.
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