Chapter 15: Don't Make Me Lose My Temper

The open-plan office was in ruins-debris scattered everywhere, the aftermath of a recent brawl plain to see. Fifteen company guards, Ben Warth among them, lay groaning on the ground. Miller Cutmore dropped the rubber baton onto Ben Warth's unconscious chest. He looked at Wilder Duffus, who'd been full of swagger just minutes ago, now scooting backward on his hands and heels, face drained of color, eyes wide with fear. Miller smiled, just a little, and said, "Call your old man, Uriel Duffus. If he's...