“I think I’ll stand, I don’t know what else you have up your sleeves.” I said as the gun was still on Brighton’s head.
“Miss Summers give me a little credit, if I wanted to kill you don’t you think I would be much better than bringing you to my office?” Alexander said again offering me the seat and I have to say a man like his reaching the point he has he must have a few skeletons.
I lowered the gun from Brighton’s head, he stood up and straightened his suit, “you made a big…” He started to say when I pistol whipped him and he fell on the ground unconscious.
I looked at Alexander, “you need to stop covering up for him and make him tougher, like really?” I said with a raised eyebrow.
Alexander smiled, I took the seat that Brighton was seated on, “now, why am I really here?” I asked.
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