Carl released me once we were in the elevator. I turned to him, and he had leaned back, his eyes closed. I could tell how much he hated the violence his lifestyle sometimes forced him to succumb to, and I hoped he would realize that what he did was a little too extreme, especially in front of his staff.
"Carl?" I said, my voice low.
He didn't reply, just slowly opened his eyes and turned to me. I couldn't tell how he was feeling from the hooded look in his eyes, but I recognized it. It was the look just before a piece of him broke off and revealed what he thought of as a little too much, just like when he had told me about Stephanie.
"Mr. Haring..." I started to say, but the elevator suffenly stopped and opened.
In his normal gentlemanly way, he ushered me out first, then followed behi
