Chapter 93 The Internship Ii

• Darren’s legs felt like they weighed a hundred pounds each as he reached the SUV. The door creaked open, and Horace sat in the back seat like a king on his throne, cigar smoke coiling lazily around his face.
• “Well, well,” Horace said, a slow grin curling his lips. “Look who’s back, and in one piece. Didn’t think you had it in you, kid.” His eyes gleamed, sharp and probing. “So? How’d you pull it off?”
• Darren stood frozen, the briefcase clutched in his hand, his throat tight. Words refused to form. He could still feel the man’s grip on his throat, see Bryan’s blade flashing in the dim light.