Pittsburgh. Leo's private study.
The study was located in an old apartment building near city hall.
The room wasn't large, but its main advantage was the quiet.
Leo Wallace sat behind his desk, leafing through a copy of Caligula.
A knock came at the door.
"Come in."
Ethan pushed the door open and entered.
"Boss, the people from Microsoft and Google have been picked up," Ethan reported. "The convoy should be here in about fifteen minutes."
Leo nodded without looking up.
"There's one more thing." Ethan hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Word from Frank is that the old guard in the Union are pooling their money."
"For what? Are they trying to interfere in the election too?"
"No." Ethan's voice turned a little strange. "They want to commission a statue of you."
Leo's hand, which had been turning the pages, froze.
He looked up at Ethan.
"A statue?"
