Calculated Cruelty

Jobe detected the sarcasm in his words and responded with a smile, “Mr. Thorne, I apologize.”

Kingston hummed lightly and found himself walking toward the wall. Facing the wall, he placed both hands on it for support.

As soon as he stood up, a cane whipped through the air like a gust of wind.

The blow landed directly and mercilessly on his straightened back, producing a crisp sound.

“Ugh...”

Kings