Chapter 24: Shooting Yourself in the Foot

"Mr. Wokey, you don't look so good. Not feeling well? Or maybe downing that much at once wasn't the best idea. Just say the word-we can take it easy." The moment Milana heard Lewis Casson toss that out, she froze. Before they'd come, she'd drilled it into him again and again: as long as Marlon Wokey didn't go overboard, don't provoke him; the top priority was getting the contract signed. Yet Lewis had barely sat down and he was already butting heads with Wokey. Marlon Wokey's face went as dark...