George Agnew stood in his office with his phone pressed to his ear. The tone of his voice was low and cautious…
"I'm so sorry, sir," he said quietly. "Truly. I didn't mean for things to go this way."
But the voice on the other end wasn't having it.
Henry Ashford. A man whose influence reached deep into places most wouldn't dare go.
"Sorry?" Ashford's voice thundered through the phone. "This is exactly what you and Raymond did the last time. The same careless, sloppy moves that made me have to step in and clean your mess."
George winced. He hated being scolded, but there was nothing he could say to defend himself. Not now.
"You think I have time to keep putting out the fires you light?" Ashford continued. "You're circling the same mistakes, George. Is that man really so difficult for you to handle? Or must I do everything myself?"
