Ford

ragged, the air in the cramped office su

m. He wasn't used to a blade being pressed so gracefully against his throat. He searched my

ely nothing. Jus

. On one hand, paying me off. On the other, a

athetic, last-ditch effort to regain control

!" he blustered, his voice

his is me, a wrongfully terminated employee, requesting the exact compensation I am legal

ut, the words tasting l

and, showing h

sockets. "Fifty thousand?! Ar

rving my lips. "Five thousand. Exactly. Three month

ve asked for half his stolen stash. The fact that I asked for a perfectly legal, meticulously calculated sum made my threat terr

ed, his voice a desperate hiss. "You never set

you'll be a distant, unp

esk drawer. He unlocked a heavy metal cash box, pulled out a thick stack of

ht there in front of his flush

ately. One cris

Snap

im sit there and endure the agonizing humiliation of watching a

, tapping the stack against the desk before sliding it into m

business with

s!" he yelled at my back, a ho

st raised my hand and gave a little

ir of the facility felt different now. I had

hen at Price's closed door, his expression full of deep worry for me

ed at the old, loyal wolf who ha

king for a new posting within the pack. Maybe the southern borders. Th

shock, I walked out of the logistics ce

starting capital. Now, it w