Theodore came to the office finally and slumped heavily into his chair. Weariness clung to him, dragging his mood down as he massaged his temples, mind churning through the myriad problems he needed to untangle.
Claudia had grown more dangerous than ever. To tackle her, he had to be cautious. But how was he going to get the video?
He had no clue where she had hidden it. Frustrated, he groaned under his breath and pounded his fist on the table.
Skyler entered quietly, just in time to witness his boss's display of frustration. He wondered what made him furious this time. Malcolm had woken up finally, and Skyler had expected to see relief in his boss. But instead, his boss looked more burdened than ever.
"What's wrong?" he asked warily, approaching the worktable. "How is Grandpa's condition?"
Theodore glanced up at him, a grimace forming on his face. He rubbed his forehead as if trying to ward off the headache that had taken root deep in his skull.
