Chapter 16 Do You Want To Rape Me?

• Kael stood in the middle of the dimly lit room as his shoulders were tensed and the faint hum of the old ceiling fan doing nothing to ease the weight pressing down on him.
• He flexed his fingers once, then twice, before he slowly curled them into fists and cracked his knuckles. The sound was sharp in the silence. He hadn’t even realized he was doing it—just another reflex, a way to bleed off the restless energy coiled inside him.
• "Damn it." He said. After years of climbing, after bleeding for every inch until he stood at one of the highest positions in the organization, he had never expected this—A rogue takeover.