Why do you work with him in the first place?
Phan sighs. Somehow he knew this question was coming. He gazes into the globe on the top of his cane as he considers his answer.
“I’m like a contract. I can’t operate outside of the terms set down at my creation. And Mark’s is the signature at the bottom of the page.” his eyes wander off and don’t make eye contact. “My hands are tied.”
















