"We will right things for ourselves again, Lucian. Oh, we are so close I can taste it." I rub my hands together and lick my lips at the promising files.
"You keep saying that. You are boring me to death, Richard." Lucian moans.
"Oh, well, let me dig into my pocket and pull out a paper to dry those puppy tears of yours."
"What, that paper towel you shoved in your right pocket from romping around with Biddleworth?" He snarls.
I look down at my pants just to make sure and laugh. "Hey, I still had a few dribbles to clean up."
"Go to hell, Richard," Lucian snaps.
I roll my eyes. "You know, you are a drag. You take the fun out of everything."
I shrug my shoulders. "Oh, well. Fine, if you are going to be that way. It's back to business for us then. Now, where was I? Ahh, yes...the boxes.
