KAMERON
I pulled up in front of the desk and rubbed the back of my neck. My body was sore from the exercises I did yesterday. My right leg was on fire with random neuropathic pain. But more than anything, the presence of my mother and my business partner irritated me on a cell-deep level. They weren't supposed to be here. I did not invite them. They were exposing themselves to danger by being near me, and they were also exposing me.
Phillip was sprawled comfortably across one of the leather couches while my mother sat primly on one of the chairs. Phillip always looked relaxed, whether he was out sailing or he was sitting in the boardroom. It was although nothing ever bothered him. His lackadaisical attitude was grating.
"Tell me, Phillip," I growled out, "Has there been any pr
