“Benedict, why did you tell me it was just some random guys who fought last Friday when it was, in fact, Jacob and Brigs?” I confronted him in his office the following morning.
“What difference does it make? I told you, it’s nothing you need to worry about. It was a regular fight. They’re over it,” he shrugged, again finding my outburst amusing.
“Why did they fight?”
“God knows. We were about to head home when Brigs showed up and started it.” Okay, at least that matched what Seb said.
“Why do I get the feeling it was more than just that?” I eyed him suspiciously.
“It’s the summary of the entire encounter, yes,” he agreed with a grin.
“And you’re smiling because?”
“I’m happy,” he said, leaning back on his chair, fingertips pressed together. His grin br
