First message
—so the bartender looks at me and goes, sir, you can’t expense whiskey—
Callum laughs, “That’s because you drink like it’s a personality trait.”
The table erupts. The music in the Irish pub shifts—fiddle sharp, floor thudding.
Connor keeps talking. “—and I tell him it’s client relations, right?”
No response.
“Earth to CEO?” Connor glances up. “You with us?”
Declan doesn’t blink. “Mm.”