I didn’t need Kingston’s over-the-top apology gift, but Riley’s birthday was on the line. And between the toy’s designer, the five brand reps, and a flurry of assistants, I was presented with a plethora of options to choose from.
Finally, after much thinking, I picked something I knew Riley would love: a newly released LEGO werewolf transformation set.
The kind that hadn’t even hit stores yet. The designer said it was “experimental” and “mystical.” LEGOs were some of Riley’s favorite toys, and I knew he would appreciate it no matter how rare and cutting-edge it was. Plus, it came with glow-in-the-dark claws, so I was sold.
As I was about to leave, Kingston glanced up and waved a hand toward a case near the window.
“You should take a watch too,” he said, like he was offering me a pape
