Ethan took a slow drag, his eyes fixed in the distance, his face void of emotion.
He'd seen all that wasn't going on—felt all that was happening because it's also affected him.
Different social media figures had tagged him in their blogs and he’s gotten a million and one interview invitations, which he was going to filter and probably attend just one—just for control.
Finally, he let the smoke slip from his lips, his gaze dropping to the man sitting across from him.
“What do I hear about you putting my wife on probation?" He asked George who'd been waiting for him to speak for minutes since he came.
George raised his head, steadying himself on the chair which he sat. “The board—we had a meeting, and we concluded that it would be good judgment if we keep a closer eye on things for now.
