Bab 920: Calling Card - Chicken?

Hearing Jonathan say that, it slowly formed a chink in the way I was looking at him. It was because I pegged him as a 2nd-rate gangster trying to play a family head but the way he delivered that statement plus the weight or pressure I felt after that told me he had the makings of Mr. Alvarez or Mauro—not Mr. Cuervo—and he either needed a bit of time to get to where they were or he needed a push in the right direction.

'He's basically a person who started from the bottom and is still in the process of getting there… It's just that only a handful of people could get there and the rest… not so much…'

But yeah, it could all have been a fluke but with the way I am, I'll keep a watching eye out.

In any case, we eventually shook hands and said our goodbyes but as I was about to close the door behind me, Allie caught up to me with a knowing smile before handing me a card.

"What—"

"Don't lose it, okay?"

"You—"