Conflict of Interest

The low ceiling was a crisscross of beams, and the deep, red carpet made it feel almost womb like. The walls were covered bookcases stuffed with texts and papers.

“Wow, I could imagine the great King Arthur in this place. All it’s missing is a round table and a few knights.”

Declan chuckled and crossed his arms. “No knights around here, just a big old office of a professor and a doc. T