Axol looked to Zoey. “Will here, and the other guys in suits, they all meet at your office?” “What? Uh, yeah. I mean, it’s at my house.” “And if they ask for something to eat or drink, from your wet bar or what have you, do you charge ’em for it?” “You know she doesn’t,” interjected Will wearily. “Because everybody involved is rich enough that you don’t have to worry about them abusing it, right? So we give away free stuff based on how much you don’t need it. Interesting.”
