“Thanks.” Spence is back from his road trip. We’re sitting on the deck behind our townhouse. He’s drinking beer. I’m drinking water, viciously wishing it was something harder. “I found a pink sock in my room. Anything you wanna tell me?”  ...
“Are you zoned for this?” I blurted, taking in the bodies in front of computers. Two men and a woman sat in the meeting room, huddled around giant sheets of paper. “As of now, you’re on fundraising. You got legal issues, take it up with Riley McKay.” &nbs...
Oh yeah. There’s a rich girl who smells like strawberries asleep down the hall. I get up at seven sharp, do some pushups, situps and pullups, my usual routine. Pull on an Underarmor compression shirt and gray shorts. I’m more tired than normal, prob...