Warner was livid, realizing the intern hadn’t heard a word of his opening diatribe. “Come here!” he growled, grabbing Jordan by the arm and yanking him through the same double-doors he had just entered through.
Sean didn’t know what to make of the exchange. His eyes fell back to Frankenstein, whose hollow shoulders seemed as if they were shrugging, imitating Sean’s puzzlement.
The men’s loud voices echoed down the hallway and filtered in through the closed doors. Sean could only decipher bits and pieces of the heated debate, but he gathered that the Frankenstein stunt was part of a practical joke the intern had intended solely for his boss.
“Slate on table one is what I told you!” Sean heard Warner shout. “Table one!”
“You said two! You said table two!” the kid shouted back in defiance
