The gate on the palatial beach house buzzed just before sunset.  Doris answered from the security desk.  “Yeah?”
“It’s me,” Bob said.  “I’ve got the new boss.”
“What the hell happened out there?”  She had heard garbled reports of security clashing with CPD.
“Hell if I know.  This guy’s spooky, though.”  She checked the cameras.  It was the limo, alright.  She let the car in and called the rest of the staff to greet their new employer.  Sizemore’s City beach house belonged to Midas, and had been a part of the sale.  They gathered in the entry hall and waited.