***Xander***

I found myself sitting on a table opposite my boss in the quiet area of the club. He was staring directly at my face, making me nervous, but he wasn’t saying anything. I wondered if he called me here just to look at me or if he had something to give me. I rested my hand on the table, glancing at him. He cleared his throat and finally spoke up.

"…Xander, I said I wanted to talk to you." He said.

"Yes, what do you want to say? Say it; don’t hesitate." I replied. He pursed his lips and looked at me with pitiful eyes, as if the word...