Chapter 10
DEACON
PRESENT DAYFriday night
“Our first major network interview.” Nancy claps her hands together, her voice a breathy sigh. “This is so exciting.”
“For who exactly?” I mutter under my breath, feeling like the Grinch who stole Christmas, pissing all over my employees’ excitement.
I can’t help myself; God knows I’m trying.
I’m just not doing it well.
Well enough.
News of the attack on The Alchemist spread like wildfire.
(No pun intended).
Every news station in syndication wanted a piece of the action the minute they heard baseball’s MVP was involved and because I know jack s**t about PR, I somehow, somewhere along the line, might have agreed to an interview with one of them.
Can’t be sure.
I’ve been drunk every night since Sunday, shutting myself off in my office sin
