“What would you like to talk about?” I asked Aaron.

He took his time answering me. Aaron got up from his desk, walked around it, leaned his legs back on the wood, and crossed his arms. I wanted to roll my eyes. I wished he would just get to the point. But where was the fun in that? The longer he drew this out, the more enjoyment he received from watching me squirm.

Was he planning on torturing me in his professionally looking office? He ...