Lindsey took the agenda from her and slid the pen out. He set aside the coffee cup, resting the agenda on the table as he scribbled out a name and number. "It's a garage I use for my truck," he replied as he recapped the pen and slid it back in the loop that held it. "No connection to the firm but they know how to get rare parts and their work is the best." He held the agenda out for her to take.
"If someone can make money off of something, they will around here. Greed leads the way over market and morality." He snorted, rolling his eyes. "I think anyone who is still preaching about moralities has either learned to tell the salvageable from the unsalvageable or given up and moved somewhere else." Or at least he hadn't had someone attempt to give him the speech in a while.
"Right now, I don't think I'd be surprised to find out the powers that are attempting to make sides and send them against one another into battle are one and same with a sick sense of humor." He ran a hand through his hair, still damp from the shower. "I think they just got bored," he stated, smiling wryly.
After reading what he'd said the night before, Lindsey was a little more guarded in his responses. While it was clear he had a lower opinion of the Senior Partners than a CEO of their employ should, he knew outright insulting them or taking actions, speaking against them was a horrible idea. The last time he'd gone against something they wanted, he ended up in a suburban hell ending every morning with his heart torn out of his chest.
"The problem is there isn't enough known about them to say either way. Just enough to know they exist but little more that can be used against them."