AVALON
My boots announce my arrival before I could even do so, and I was planning on doing that. The meeting room was filled with the six heads, the old coots are arguing with each other. I don't even pay attention to their words. It's all out of context, just imagine-
"Looking at her is not enough to make you puke, your wife is fat."
What am I supposed to take out of that? A brain tumor?
A worker walks in after me, setting everything up for my presentation. I could almost smile and give away that I have something planned, but why would I make such a rookie mistake? I strutted in, owning the place with my presence. My attire says I'm not here on business anyways. A new pair of jeans, and my new found favorite shirt with an opening at the back. The reason I'm dressed like I'm heading fo
