Chapter 65

Pulling me aside, he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Ryan, now isn’t the time time to discuss this, okay? You’re a smart guy and I think you can understand it isn’t appropriate to argue in front of clients.”

“Argue? Who wants to argue? You? Is that where we are, Sean? Is that why you haven’t answered me? You were so pissed off at what I said yesterday that you didn’t want to hear from me? Or have an argument?”

I realize my tone went from aggressive to almost weepy, but it’s because I suddenly have a lump in my throat that makes talking difficult.

“You have thorns, Ryan. And they scratch and sting. And there are times, like this, when the scratches hurt for hours.”

I shut up because I don’t know what to say anymore and because I didn’t want things to go like this. But I know I have to do something.

“Patrick sent me a message.”