His guards had started fidgeting more. They should have stood ramrod straight by his office door, supposedly protecting him, but in reality, Douglas was their prisoner. Teacher had more than bribed Douglas’s security company; he’d radicalized them. If Douglas, the CEO of Caravan Suppliers, put even a toe out of line, a plasma shot through the temple would be his reward.
Caravan SuppliersThe guards would be arrested, of course, but Teacher had so twisted them that they were willing to die for his cause. But even if Douglas behaved like a good boy and followed all the rules, the order for his death would still come. Even now, while Douglas talked to one of his senior VPs, one guard kept darting his gaze around the spacious office, careful to avoid eye contact with Douglas. The other tugged
