"How was I supposed to know?" Aldous's own voice rose to match his father's. "The man parks cars for a living. He wears a name tag.""His name was Thorne, Aldous. It was sitting right there on the ticket you handed him." Silas's voice went cold and precise in the way that had always frightened Aldous more than shouting ever could. "Barnaby Whitfield assured us this man was nothing. A nobody who would sign whatever we put in front of him. Instead we find out, the same morning he claims control of one of the largest companies on the East Coast, that you insulted him at a valet stand and then had him thrown down a flight of stairs at his own wife's family home.""This isn't over," Aldous said, mostly to himself, gripping the edge of his desk. "He humiliated me. In front of the Whitfields, in front of my own men."“Cornelius called me this morning,” Silas said after a long silence. “Before you say a word, understand that I have already had this conversation once today, and I do not intend