“What’s gotten into you?” My assistant Leora looked at me with those questioning eyes when our team had all gathered in the conference room. “You don't look nervous at all. You okay?”
She pointed her eyes at the conference phone at the center of the long table. It sat like a dark octopus with its black wire tentacles reaching in three distinct directions. One of those tentacles ended right in front of me.
I knew the man at the other end of the line was our judge and our jury and our executioner. A scary combination to have in one cold hearted bastard like Johannes.
“No. I’m not nervous.” I smiled at my assistant who looked back at me with utter disbelief. I really wasn’t nervous at all.
It was Tuesday morning and the effects of my night with Denrique on Saturday were still with me. The
