Chapter Twelve
We enter my metal cell, and Nero sets the timer again.
“Eight hours?” I almost try my luck at making the hundred grand by punching him in the face right now.
“The martial arts training is part of your Mentorship.” He walks toward the exit and over the shoulder adds, “Please have a stock tip ready for me when you’re done.”
He leaves the room, and a moment later, the impenetrable door seals shut.
I stare at the keypad on the door device, reminding myself of the severe penalty if I try to guess the password and fail.
At least Nero said please this time around.
I don’t remember him saying that before.
Standing there, muscles aching, I even out my breathing in order to get into Headspace.
If this works, I can retest all of yesterday’s accomplishments.
Before long, I fin
