"He's in your office," he responds."What the hell happened?""We are still working on that. Somehow our video surveillance of the whole damn building glitched, and we couldn't find a damn trace," he growls, probably just as frustrated at the lack of information as I am. Mike takes his responsibilities very seriously.I push through my office door and my stomach turns. Benson has a black eye, bloody lip and a bruise jaw. And that is only what I can see! He's got a bandage around his forehead, so an EMT must've been here before I could get here. I don't have any medical staff on my payroll, but with the number of assaults in the last few days I'm considering it."Benson, how are you feeling?" I ask, lowering myself in front the man lying on my couch, so we are eye level."Like I got the shit beat out of me," he grumbles.I chuckle. At least he still has his humor. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know this was going to happen," I huff. And that's the thing. Why the hell is this happening in the
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