We’ll keep you completely quarantined from him! As we walked into his office’s reception space, a young woman with thick, dark brown hair and a fair complexion stood up hurriedly and made her way around her desk toward us. “Marcus! Okay… so not cops. Mine. He was definitely the guy beating on me.” I pointed to the fading bruises on my face. It took her all of ten seconds to go from being a victim of my targeted aggression to being a willing participant… and then an aggressively active one. Besides, I’m used to the name. My grandpa. The older woman reached up and unbuckled her belt, casting her eyes up at me as she did so, and I was rewarded not only with the passionate storm brewing in her eyes but a look of pure submission. William and Karl both jumped in place, completely taken off guard by the display, and I couldn’t blame them. In this world, the scrambled eggs could’ve killed me. I’m comfortable working with her. You know who I think was one of the scariest men out there?
