Richard stormed into his room like a thundercloud about to burst, Marc trailing behind him, still stunned by Annabelle's daring move in the gym.

The second the door shut behind them, Marc moved quickly. "Boss, let me at least clean that up before it turns worse.."

He reached for the first-aid box on the table and knelt beside Richard, but the man flinched away like Marc had tried to stab him.

"For god's sake, Rich-if you don't let me bandage that, it's going to turn septic and cost you more ...