GERALD

You gotta be kidding me because what the hell is he doing here? That son of a bitch?!

Harry wore that look, his signature smug look that has always made me go punch him right in the face every single time he wore the expression.

It always pissed me off.

Suddenly, but not to my surprise, the atmosphere changed. Silence crept all over the room as Harry got in.

"Uh, hope I'm not interrupting you all?" he questioned as he threw everyone in the room a toothy smile, another signature smile that also made me feel like punching him.

"No," Smith spoke, awkwardly, scratching his head and turning his...