CHAPTER 31
THUNK. THUNK. THUNK.
One last roundhouse kick to the punchbag, and I stripped off my boxing gloves. A good session in the gym always made me feel better. Took some of the edge off. An edge so sharp right now that it could slice through titanium. A quick shower to get rid of the sheen of sweat, and I was ready to face the world again.
But first, food.
We always kept the staff kitchens fully stocked, but when I opened the fridge on the fifth floor, all I found was turkey on rye, falafel with carrot, chicken salad sans mayo, apples, grapes, celery.
“Has Toby been here?” I asked Tina, one of our London assistants.
“He sent a directive. The catering staff took all the junk food out an hour ago.”
“But I need cookies.”
“I think that’s why he did it.”
Gah. I also craved a meatb
