“Why’d you have to pick that kid?” Calder looked towards the closed door. “How could I not? He’s…perfect.” Linc slammed his fist on his desk. “You know what? Fine. But I want you to know that I now owe Wyatt a thousand fucking dollars and I’m taking it out of your yearly fucking bonus. You know how smug he’s going to be about this? I hope this kid’s worth it.”
