CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The next day, Max got off the elevator on the eleventh floor of Swipe Play’s headquarters and marched past cubicles and offices.
People stopped in their tracks, whispering about the man with the dragon peeking from underneath his T-shirt sleeve.
The Hispanic woman behind the desk in front of Shad’s office jerked at attention, frowning at Max with her nose in the air. “May I help you, sir?”
He ignored her and headed into Shad’s gigantic office.
“Eh, excuse me?” the secretary said. “Sir?”
Max swung Shad’s door open.
The secretary ran up behind him. “You can’t just go in—”
“I did,” said Max.
Shad sat behind a huge desk, entertaining two gray-haired lapdogs who probably jumped at every word he said.
“What is this?” Shad half-chuckled.
“I’m sorry, sir,” the secreta
