Chapter 202

• Man, this is *priceless*. I watched Jonathan and William fidget with the janitor’s trolley, their faces a mix of disgust and disbelief. Those pristine Italian suits they loved so much were about to get a whole lot closer to bleach than they ever imagined. It was funny how much they still underestimated me. After everything, they were still thinking of me as the naïve little brother. They thought a few cleaned bathrooms and some half-hearted groveling would get them back in my good graces.
• They had no idea.
• “You sure about this, Richard?” Jackson, my head of security, asked quietly beside me.