Chapter 61 Drake

• “This looks like the office to me,” Jude interrupts my punch, my fist stopping midair before it can make contact with the bag.
• “What do you want?” I snap, annoyed I am unable to get one hour of peace before another person barges in where they’re not wanted or needed.
• “Can’t a man check on his friend?” He asks, standing behind the bag, holding it steady, nodding for me to continue. “What the hell was with that dinner?”