Tyler grunted loudly when Layne landed a well-timed punch to his gut before backing away against the ropes of the boxing ring. “Give me a minute," he heaved.
“What's wrong, old man?" Layne taunted.
The only person that was allowed to taunt Tyler like that was Layne while they boxed. Not many people did anything better than the new vice president, but Layne flat out kicked his ass when it came to boxing. That was the only reason Tyler gave him any leeway.
“Not old, you're just hitting hard today." Tyler bent at the waist, trying to get air into his lungs.
Immediately, Layne stood up straight. “Am I? Sorry, sir."
“How many times do I have to tell you to stop with the sir bullshit? I'm a superior, but you ain't in the Army anymore. You start with that, and I'll beat the s**t out of you j
