His shiny, black, genuine leather pants gleamed in the dizzying array of light sources around him. Porn “How do I look?”
“Like you’re ready to juggle at a kid’s birthday party” his long-time friend teased. Red Queen was so much more powerful there. You go, have a good time. Disable memory writing. “You’ve worked enough. “What are you doing?”
“Letting my friends know who the last person I talked to is, just in case I go missing.”
“Hah!” the stout, medium-build man chortled as he leaned forward on his cane with both palms. “Max. This debugging session had run straight through the dinner hour; not an uncommon occurrence to one so dedicated to his work. All of it.”
Max chuckled.
