Out Of Place

The ride back to the office was not uneventful for Anders, as for the most part, he replayed the covers he had with Orleans outside JK's building, counting the number of times he had to suppress the urge to hit him on the nose.

Orleans was with Veil just last night, and there was no getting that away from his mind. She had opened her door to him as if it wasn't his first time coming around, and suddenly, Anders needed to break something to feel better.

He had suppressed this rage so much that it was threatening to spill out of him in a rush.

The driver looked at him through the overhead mirror, observing how Anders’ forehead was burrowed in concentration like he was trying to remember something or keep himself from remembering something.

“Is anything the matter, Sir?” He asked.

“Nothing is wrong,” Anders answered him curtly, ejecting every thought of the conversation continuing. He didn't want to have to talk about how nothing made sense right, about how all of these were based on a