Third Person's POV
"Can you just shut your mouth?" Mortimer's voice sounded like a low, rumbling thunderstorm.
Humphrey quickly ducked his head.
He couldn't figure out why Mortimer—a guy who usually kept a poker face and acted like a stone-cold machine—was completely losing his mind tonight.
"Wow," Humphrey thought, "totally amazed. Vivian getting locked up must have absolutely destroyed him."
He now had a whole new appreciation for just how much Vivian "meant" to Mortimer.
"Hey Mortimer, how about we hit up Randall's new lounge? Since my advice sucks, we can get the guys together for a drink. I'm sure we can figure out a foolproof way to fix this."
Mortimer didn't hear a word. His head was on a loop, replaying the terrifying moment Seraphina tried to jump out of his car. His chest
