Chapter 89

• Jason was waiting for me at a table outside The Space, the trendy potential investment he was looking at in the Chippewa Street district downtown. He had an espresso in front of him and was working on his laptop. I called out as I approached and he stood up to greet me. We shook hands, back-slapping like the old friends we were. I realized that I hadn’t seen him in person since Christmas, when he came to a big charity benefit event that the Bills put on, to raise money for our local cancer treatment center.
• “Jason, how’s it going?”
• “Good, good.” He gestured to his laptop as we sat down. “The usual issues with lead times on marble from Italy. And customs restrictions changing all the bloody time in Indonesia, but, yes, great. How about you?”