"I've been expecting you," Reyes said, not looking up from his paperwork.
Alejandro closed the door to the office firmly behind him. They'd known each other for over twelve years, the boss knew his knock by now. Reyes had lured Alejandro away from his Venezuelan commando unit with the promise of riches and a life-saving health treatment for his mother. He'd gone to work for the Bolivian mobster and never looked back. They didn't stand on ceremony with each other. Now he stood in front of the same desk he'd been in front of thousands of time – dispensing advice, giving his valued opinion and taking orders.
"Permission to take a helicopter."
Reyes didn't look up. "Denied."