“Smith is in his office. I’m sure he’d like to go over an action plan, iron out the kinks. The story of you saving a woman by throwing yourself out of a fourth story window is unbelievable – the story that you’re coming back to work after that is the stuff of legends.”
“I don’t want to be the stuff of legends. I just want to do my job.”
Crichton smiled his predatory smile and said, “If you want to stay in the Forest, you’ll do as I say.”
“You’re not in charge of the Forest,” Alex snapped. He immediately regretted saying it, but Crichton just smiled even wider.
“I advise Sharp. And he listens. No, is there anything else, McCready?”
“No,” he growled, getting to his feet.
Crichton extended a hand and said, “This is going to be big.”
Alex grabbed it and shuddered. He hated this
