“So what are you suggesting?” partner one said to partner two and Vanessa’s inquisitive eyes flashed between the two men like every word they spoke was to be stared at, absorbed, and memorized. For some reason that made Ian want to smash his fists into the boardroom table, preferably with one of their skulls underneath it. And why? He’d never felt like that before; had known the two men and their lovely counterpart for years now, and it wasn’t as if anything had changed. Yet in the five months since Ian had been back to work, everything about the place was making him sick with disgust.
He realized as he was trying to loosen his jaw and take long, deep breaths that they were still waiting for him to reply. Ian inhaled one more time, closed his eyes for just a second, and forced a smile as
