Chapter 146 Wants To Play Games, Let's Give Him One

• Arthur walked into his office the next morning, bleary-eyed and nursing a headache from the previous night's whiskey. The fluorescent lights seemed harsher than usual, and every sound pulled on his nerves.
• His assistant, Clara, looked up from her desk. “Good morning, sir. Your 10 a.m. call with Mr. Hayes has been confirmed. Also, there’s an urgent package on your desk.”
• Arthur froze. “Package? From who?”