Sitting back in her chair, she sighed softly, biting her lip.
“You’ll have to remind me what Wallace does, I haven’t spoke to the man in quite some time.”
He narrowed his eyes, then took a deep breath.
“Do . . . you know of anyone [ of trust ] who can do sorta what Wallace does? The old man’s . . . also retiring. I don’t know what the fuck to even do.”