Harlow, hearing Clara's voice, forced a smile and shuffled out from the corner of the wall.

His head hung low. This six-foot-tall man was acting like a child who had done something wrong. "Boss," he mumbled.

Harlow's impulsiveness had always been a problem, one that seemed unlikely to change in this lifetime.

Clara took a moment to gather her thoughts. "Do you remember everything we discussed about how to manage the organization?"

"Absolutely! I've got it all ...