Kenny acknowledged to himself that he screamed like a girl and would have raced out of his office, his home, if Udia had not barked at him to control himself. He stood shivering at the door he'd already opened, staring as Casmir, still on the couch but no more crossing his leg, shivering, not as much as himself but blatantly shaken.
Udia had shot somewhere above his head and smiled as he was satisfied to see he'd gotten the best of Casmir.
Kenny regretted ever being associated with this mad man. He was a petty criminal and did it just for fun. His money and lavish lifestyle were as a result of his inheritance from his grandmother, who would surely be turning in her grave if she saw what her Kenny had used her money for.
