I glance at the exit. “Can’t you take a backseat on this one though? You all need to take a backseat.” My heart rate is out of control, and I try to steady my breath. “Why?” Akara asks. “You’re all about to be dads!” I shout and look to Farrow. “Fuck, you’re about to have a second baby. Your job should be protecting clients and your newborns. Not me. I’ve got this covered, so just take a backseat. Please.” It’s my last solid plea.
