Maddox lingers still, watching his wife toss hangers of expensive clothes on the bed behind me. “Are you sure I have to watch the door? I think it’s about to become incredibly entertaining to watch.” “The last thing we need is that piece of shit interrupting us. Can you please watch the door? If he shows up, you have full permission to get him out by any means necessary.” Like magic, Maddox darts out of the room.
