A couple of months after burning the second Arena down, Edur tells me that our CEO, Mr. Brodski, wants to see us.
"Do you know what this is about?" I ask him.
"No, but our team is the best that he has, so I'm sure it's not bad," Edur says. The man lets everything roll off his back. Nothing upsets or stresses him.
We are escorted to Mr. Brodski's office, where he greets us, literally, with open arms. He hugs Edur before turning and hugging me.
"Edur, Tana. Welcome. Come, come, sit. Do you want something to drink?"
I start to say no. "Iced tea for me," Edur says.
"Just water for me," I say, taking my cue from Edur.
Mr. Brodski claps his hands as if we've given him exciting news and tells his admin, a human, to get our drinks. "Now, I'm sure you're wondering why I've asked you here to
