William being in the hospital had troubled all of them.
Eric had his arms crossed over his desk the next day, his mind engulfing him on thoughts about how William may never be able to use that arm again. He was supposed to be a normal child, live a childhood that neither of them had to experience, but they were forcing him in the same path, with guns and drugs. It was not until his new secretary, Jillian, had knocked that he raised his head. His eyes were baggy, purple underneath and the lack of sleep was evident. I'm his hair was messy, and he finally yelled, "Come in," after the fifth time she knocked.
Jillian pushes open the door, and handed his coffee. "How are you coming along, Mr. Hawk—"
"Do not call me that today," Eric hissed, thinking about his father, "call me Mr. E."
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