Lewis Doyle, the regional manager, shouted, "This whole district, two streets wide, belongs to the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce! This is our turf. You Wrights don't get to throw your weight around here. Step back right now and stop hurting people!"

Quinton let out a scornful laugh. "You're just a damn regional manager. Even if your so-called Chamber of Commerce chairman showed up himself, you think I'd give a damn?"

Lewis' face turned red with fury. "Quinton, you've gone too far. You're way too arrogant! Back when the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce was under Mr. Keller Senior's leadership, even the Wrights knew better than to mess around here.

"And now that we've got a new chairman in charge, you still think you can throw tantrums and beat people in public? I'm warning you—if you keep this up, you're not walking away unscathed."

Quinton's expression shifted. "Wait a minute. You have a new chairman?"

Lewis lifted his chin with pride. "That's right. Our new chairman just took