Gene was the last member of the board to arrive. The retired entertainer was used to making people wait for him, so he was not particularly bothered by the ten pairs of glaring eyes staring daggers at him.  He was even less interested in the man in the cheap avatar up front, the mysterious bag man for whoever had bought Sizemore out.  Gene had headlined The City’s first live concert, a proof of concept that elevated it from nerd hangout to International hot spot.  Let them stare and fight each other for scraps.  His seat on the board was assured.