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Nala was the name of this one.
Answering it I said, "Hey, what's up?"
"Sir, Mr. Ethan Coen is downstairs and wishes to see you." I had anticipated he might come, but I did not know when he would. Well, I guess he heard rumblings about the police looking into him and how he conducted business with my board members. This would be interesting because I also wished to talk to him about his tactics. If he wanted to be some mafia boss of the music industry, threatening and coercing people to do his wishes and let him take over their companies, he should stop it right at the door of Triple R.
"Sure, let him in."
Drew then rushed to my office, a curious look on his face. "Hey. I heard Coen is here. He's probably coming up the elevators, even."
"Yeah."
"Did you authorize this?"
"No, I have no control over Ethan's actions."
"No, I meant did you invite him or set up an appointment?"
I shook my head.
"Did he set up an appointment?"
"Nope."
"So, he just thinks he can come here." Drew frowned. "After all the shit he pulled in behind the scenes, trying to steal our company."
"Exactly," I concurred. "I don't know why he thought he could do that, but sure, whatever."
"Then why did you let him come up to see you?"
"I wanted to warn him. He's overreaching and there will be consequences. The police are already getting tighter around his neck. I'm sure it's probably easy for him to bully smaller companies and less affluent people into selling their companies or giving him deals because he knows those people wouldn't be able to call the police and they wouldn't be able to win a lawsuit… but against me? He's out of his mind."
Drew smirked.
Through the glass door, I could see people getting chippy as Coen arrived. Andrew turned around, and we both could see him come with a man who held a briefcase. A lawyer, perhaps. The other one looked like a bodyguard, the stereotypical bodyguard. Even down to the black shades.
Nala tried to talk to him as I could see, telling him where to go, but he completely ignored her. The other two waited, of course. After seeing me through the glass door, he smiled from ear to ear and waved. If he thought acting all nice would fool me, Ethan was in for a rude awakening. I was well aware of his soft approach on the outside when the cameras rolled, and people watched.
I motioned for him to come inside, and he did. "Oh, my, what a wonderful place." Even his voice and tone oozed condescension.
"Save the crap, Coen. What do you want?"
"I heard you've been acting all tough, now," he said to me, not even taking a glance at Drew. "For some reason, one of my shipments got unusually stopped and confiscated by the authorities. Last night."
"Oh, dear," I feigned concern. "I would have said my condolences or that's awful, but unlike you, I'm not a sick liar."
Drew smirked at my comment, chuckling a little, finally drawing Coen's attention.
"Can we talk alone? Man to man?"
"I was just leaving," Drew instantly said to me, giving me a knowing look before leaving the office.
Coen sat down, taking a pen from my table and playing around with it while he talked. "Look, I understand why you're upset. If I had a company and another person was going to take it over, I'd be upset too."
"But you're not going to take it over."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, that is so. Coen Records is not on par with Triple R. Heck, you guys are scrapping for leftovers now."
