Bailey Grainger shakes his head at Mistihkoman's question. "I'd rather hire you than get an apology," he said with a laugh, again mopping some sweat from his brow with the handkerchief
Sergio, it seemed, had already guessed at Grainger's intent and Bailey offers the man his hand to shake, then does the same to the others before he takes a seat on the other side of the mahogany desk.
They'd handled Logan and his hired thugs easily enough. Even the one that had tried to remove himself from the fray had come through when it mattered.
"I was impressed with your handiwork down there. Would you be interested in a job? It’s really quite simple, I have a package, a present, which I need delivered to my brother Wyatt, in a little town south of Odessa. You'd be compensated, of course," he explains, looking around to see if there is any interest from those gathered in his office.
Sergio, it seemed, had already guessed at Grainger's intent and Bailey offers the man his hand to shake, then does the same to the others before he takes a seat on the other side of the mahogany desk.
They'd handled Logan and his hired thugs easily enough. Even the one that had tried to remove himself from the fray had come through when it mattered.
"I was impressed with your handiwork down there. Would you be interested in a job? It’s really quite simple, I have a package, a present, which I need delivered to my brother Wyatt, in a little town south of Odessa. You'd be compensated, of course," he explains, looking around to see if there is any interest from those gathered in his office.