I sit back in my chair with a sigh as tired old men in suites file out of the room. The lack of windows in the meeting hall always gives me claustrophobia. And after an hour-and-a-half-long conversation about eco-pens, it was time for a nice jog on the waterfront. I unplug my charger and fold it up. Wonder what Allie is up to right now? Probably knee-deep in fabric and tight in Zelia’s clutches. These are one of the moments that I’m glad my balls swing between my legs. I can’t even ...