Okay, go ahead,” Anton says to me.
“What do I say?” I ask.
“Pretend you’re drunk,” says Barron. “Too drunk to notice you’re not supposed to be there.”
I stagger from near the doorway up to Barron.
“Get him out of here,” Barron says in a fake accent that I think is supposed to be Russian.
I extend my gloved hand and try to slur my voice. “It’s a real honor, sir.”
Barron just looks at me. “I don’t know if he’d shake.”
“Sure he will,” says Anton. “Philip here will say that Cassel’s his little brother. Try again, Cassel.”
“Sir, it’s a real honor to be here. I really appreciate the way that you’re doing your part to make workers safe so that we can exploit all the little people.” I hold out my hand again.
“Stop being a comedian,” Philip says, but not like he really means it. “Concentra
