Chapter 7“Hey, Felix. Get in here.”
Felix, already past Vick’s office, hesitated before walking through his boss’s door. Currently, Vick leaned back in his swivel chair, staring at his computer screen. His pointer finger was thoughtfully up against his lip, his hand tapping the edge of his keyboard. Felix stood in front of Vick’s desk for a solid minute before Vick decided to address him.
“Which sounds better,” he said. “‘Ethan Teller: Closet Case’ or ‘Teller: Ashamed and Gutless’?”
Felix didn’t answer at first, his face twisted in discomfort. “You’re still on that?” he finally responded. “I thought that would be old news by now. It’s nearly been a month, and we haven’t gotten anything else since.”
But Vick waved the concern aside. “That’s just because we haven’t been doing our jobs. T
