MAX
I'm pacing my office as I wait for Clay to show up.
I wonder what he has up his sleeve this time. Surely he can't be stupid enough to show up in my office just for the hell of it. I'm sure he's up to something.
Clay has always been up to something.
I turn around when the door opens and he walks in.
He's not a mess like I expected. His head is clean shaven but he looks decent enough in jeans and a polo shirt. He had enough time to shower and get a change of clothes.
"Max." He acknowledges me with a nod. "You look well."
"Such a pity I can't say the same about you. You look wretched."
"I haven't had a good night's sleep in a while. Being locked away from civilization was traumatising. I've been on my feet for as long as I can remember."
"Why? No beds in prison?"
"Prison is
