Parker knocked on the boss' door and waited for the order.

"Come in."

The guard stepped inside and nodded toward the door. "Got a kid here to see you, Boss."

"Bring him in." Sonny set his pen down and looked up as the young man walked in the room. Tall, good posture, and despite the worn jeans and leather jacket he had a way of looking at you that said he saw all way down to the bone. "You wanted to see me?"

"I wanted to see you about a job."

Sonny leaned back in his chair and swiveled back and forth a little taking the young man's measure. "I have all the workers I need in the coffee shop."

The boy shook his head. "Not my style."

"The warehouse might have an opening."

Again, a shake of his dark rumpled hair. "Nope..."

Sonny sat up and propped his elbows on the table. "Then why are you here?"

The boy moved forward and so did Parker, but Sonny put up a hand and waved off the guard.

Setting his hands on the edge of the desk, he leaned toward Sonny and smiled. "I want in 'the business.'"

Sonny's laughter only served to sharpen the young man's gaze. "I'm sorry, do we..." he shook his head, "I almost feel like I should know you."

The boy shrugged. "Maybe, but what matters is that I know you and I want in to the business." Pressing his advantage, he continued. "I know what it's like, I've done my research, and my father... he was in it too."

"Your father?" Sonny leaned back in his chair, his eyes raking over the boy trying to place any of his facial features with known mob men, but he couldn't quite do it.

"Who is he?"

"His name was..." straightening up, the young man shrugged his shoulders to settle his coat on his back, "Zander Smith."

"But-"

"You're probably more familiar with my mother. I'm Cameron Drake."