Bernard glanced at his watch; it was dinner time, and he was right on time. At the restaurant, Alden was already waiting at the VIP table, which was set apart in an all-glass room. It wasn't unusual for Alden to suddenly call for a meeting, but it was typically held at his house.

"Mr. Harrison," Bernard greeted.

Alden nodded. "Sit down, Mr. Gulfman. I think you'll find the menu here to your liking."

"Well, whatever it is, I'm fine with it."

Bernard was slightly ...