Squeezing into the Mayor’s office, Abigail couldn’t 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. “You called me... Mr. Runt?”
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. “I was starting to think you weren’t gonna’ show up, big guy.”
Travers slid his legs off the table, carefully making sure none of the dozens of papers scattered across his desk would fall off. “It’s not why I called you here but I’d like to apologize about the ‘incident’ that happened last Thursday night…by your shop.” Cody mentioned, pronouncing the word ‘incident’ 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. “Ehh...sorry.”
