Clown of the Year

Don's POV

I was halfway through reviewing the quarterly reports when Hayes knocked at the door of my suite. His knock was sharp and deliberate, but I could sense something off even before I told him to come in.

"Sir," he began hesitantly as he stepped inside, holding a gaudy golden package. His expression was tightly controlled, but there was a flicker of discomfort in his eyes. "This just arrived