After I locked the clinic, the lamp on my desk was the only light left on. Arthur sat in the patient chair while I found the first-aid kit. He had followed me without touching anything.
I brought the kit over and sat on the stool in front of him. "Give me your hand," I said, my voice all business.
He gave me his right hand. I cleaned the splits across his knuckles with an antiseptic wipe. He flinched once and watched me wrap the first layer of gauze.
His phone lit up on the corner of my desk. David's text preview filled the screen.
*New holding company established and funded. All non-competes are void. The Sterling Group board has officially accepted your resignation. It's done. You’re free.*
The holding company gave him a place to start, while the voided non-competes allowed a handfu
