Bruce sat in front of the fireplace, the warm dancing flames and their reflections on the walls contrasting with the study's concentrated air.

Bruce sat behind his enormous oak desk, his girth seeming to overpower the office's dimensions. Elijah stood opposite him, not the calm Elijah he usually is, but with tension written all over his face.

'We need direction,' Bruce stated, his accent strong and his voice louder than the other guys.

"A real one this time," no more half-measures, no more being on the defensive in the face of predatory advertising practices.

Elijah smiled and nodded, ruffling his hair in eagerness. "It is.

However, coping with Amelia's unpredictable...