“I think you owe me an apology,” Alex said, walking in the door and slamming his briefcase on an empty spot in the back of the exceptionally long board room table. “And I’ve come to get it.”Roderick turned around and looked at him. He had been in the middle of saying something, but suddenly his mouth just stopped. He stood silent, looking at Alex.
Alex moved his eyes away from Roderick, worried that if he made eye contact that he wouldn’t be able to finish the job he had come here to do. Quickly, Alex popped his briefcase open and then backed up just a pinch, dropped his coat to the ground, and reached inside the now open briefcase. His hand returned with a rather long riding crop, and he lifted it and smacked it on the ground next to him.
“Now wait just a goddamned minute,” an older man
