VOLUME THREE: SAVING THE CONGRESSMAN
WILLOW
THE TESTOSTERONE WAS thick that morning. It coated the grey padded chairs and dark wooden table at the front of the room. I grew up with seven brothers so I was used to walking through a haze of male emotions mixed in with anger and the jittery feeling you got after eating too much sugar for breakfast, but that morning things were different. I should have noticed, but I was too wrapped up looking at memes from Netflix's latest dockudrama series. Where they found those people, I never understood.
I took my seat at the front of the room waiting for our boss, Ferris Knight, the owner of Knight Security to show up and give us our morning brief. The room filled with people, each seat containing with another male, which left me as the only Vagina card-carrying member of Knight's team.