“Good evening ladies and gentlemen,” began Adam, the head of the company. They all fear him and Exodus had yet to know why. And that’s not sarcasm.
He’s new to The Round Table of Players (The Table for short.) and has never met this guy until now.
They’ed texted over the phone but it was mainly about business. I guess the right word to use is surreal because
He didn’t believe this place existed nor this organization, but yet and still, he sent off the money for fees.
Yet and still he verified his ID to these strangers by sending them the ID number he was given by one of their own to get the intel he needed to do his job.
Yet and still when his accountant and security told him they had his back he let the relief wash over him. Someone making an attempt to hit you with their car and hack your devices will do that to you, I guess.
The past two months had been hell and it was all there fault. That’s what he felt, but it takes two to tango. Times are hard for everyone right now and he had nothing against people trying to get it how they live but “just spare me” was his motto.