Squeezing into the Mayorās office, Abigail couldnāt wipe the frown from his face. This whole ordeal... was still a bit awkward for him. The guy he was ordered to stop, was now in control of his city. He sat into a seat, hunched over and locked eyes with Cody. āYou called me... Mr. Runt?ā
The mayor just smirked and opened his crossed arms in welcome. Even in the face of this musclebound monster truck, Cody sat comfortably, leaning back with his legs resting on his office desk. āI was starting to think you werenāt gonnaā show up, big guy.ā
Travers slid his legs off the table, carefully making sure none of the dozens of papers scattered across his desk would fall off. āItās not why I called you here but Iād like to apologize about theĀ āincidentā that happened last Thursday nightā¦by your shop.ā CodyĀ mentioned, pronouncing the wordĀ āincidentā as crystal clean and prolonged as possible as if he was a presenter in a HR meeting. So clean, in fact, it left a soapy taste in his mouth.Ā āEhh...sorry.ā