“GWAHAHAHAHA,” Garamond exploded with laughter so loud that it seemed to shake the curtained enclosure. Standing, Garamond extended a hand to his second-in-command. “You need a hand there, Calibri? What’s got you stumbling over your own feet?”

“This event’s funded in part by a big name school,” The mob boss explained as he lifted Calibri by the wrist. “We’ve done a lot of ‘favors’ for that school, you could say, so it just kind of worked out in my favor.”