~ARLO FRANTZ~

The door slammed open.

Pierce stepped inside my office along with five other men and behind them was Director Jack Shaw, being dragged by his arm. He was stumbling slightly, not because one of my men was rough on him, but because he was overflowing with rage.

Perhaps because it was so early in the morning.

7:34 to be exact.

“I’d like to thank you for accepting my invite, Director Shaw.” I greeted him without standing up from my seat, my eyes were fixated on the screen of my phone, more specifically on the headlines about my wife’s interview last night.

Jack scoffed, “Throwing me into the trunk...