“What did you guys bet on?” I ask.
That’s the only reasonable explanation.
“If I lose, I take a week off and we go on a vacation,” Control admits, squirming.
“Probably not the best time,” I voice my concern.
“It never is,” Lily answers.
“What if you win?”
“She’ll stop nagging me for a full month,” he says, grinning.
“Daaaaamn, you’ll fight tooth and nail.”
“Let’s do this,” he says, with an anticipatory, nay predatory smile.
We take the position we would have started from yesterday in his office. The four of us next to the wall, him in the middle of the room.
No one would stand a chance alone against the four of us. No one, except maybe him.
We try to circle him. He doesn’t let us. He attacks and herds us, keeping us in one bunch. We get in each other’s way. We get some hits in,
