It Was My Arrangement

"Mr. Leach?" Blackwell trembled, his feet frozen in place, unable to move. "What's the matter? Do I need to come get you?" Michael tilted his head slightly. "Mr. Leach, what business do you have with Blackwell?" Bachram tried to intercede. But Michael wasn't having any of it. "Did I call for you?" Michael stared at him. Bachram's expression shifted slightly, and he fell silent. Blackwell had no choice but to steel himself and step forward. "Mr... Mr. Leach, what can I do for you?" "Are you...