*Mark*

Obediently, I follow King Gene out of Eli’s room and down the hallway to his office. I try not to act nervous. I feel like we haven’t done anything wrong. We were just discussing our options. The cut on my thumb where I sliced it to sign the agreement in blood smarts a little, but it’s nothing.

Just a little flesh wound.

When we enter Gene’s office, he walks around on me, closing the door and lifting his head as he pushes up onto his tiptoes to look into my ...