Ciro nods. "I'll have Marco handle the acquisition."
"Make sure the ownership structure is clean before anything is signed."
"It will be."
Good. I move to the next item. "The Waterfront supplier?"
Ciro's expression darkens. "I looked into it."
"And?"
"The delay isn't the problem."
Of course it isn't. "What is?"
"They've had a better offer."
I stare at him. "From who?"
He gives me the name. I recognize it immediately.
Small operation, not important enough to matter, stupid enough to be irritating.
I lean back in my chair. "Our supplier has a contract."
Ciro’s eyes light up. "He does."
"Then he has a week to remember that."
Ciro's mouth twitches. "I'll let him know."
"If he doesn't honor the agreement, we find someone else."
"And him?"
I look at him. "What about him?"
The grin that appears on Ciro's face is brief. "I'll make sure people know he's not reliable."
Good. Word travels fast in this city, especially when we help it along.
Ciro makes a note. "Last thing."
I already know what it's going to be.
"The restaurant."
The property near the pier, the one we should already own, the one somebody stepped in front of us to buy.
"What do we have?" I ask.
"Not much," he sighs.
I don't like that answer. "But?"
"I've got a lead on who placed the competing bid."
That gets my attention, I sit forward slightly. "Who?"
