#Chapter 70: Tell me

“Tell me how that makes you feel.” Ansel folded his arms across his chest. “Very funny. Which part, Aron? The part where I almost strangled Edwin to death? Where I lost all of my father’s support? Coughed up a lung on live television? Or threatened to maim multiple journalists?” “Yes, yes, yes, and yes.” Aron kicked his feet up onto his desk. “I’m going to need more than our hour together, then.” “Try me,” Aron said, putting his arms behind his head. “Okay.” Ansel sighed. He counted them out with his fingers. “Edwin - not sorry. My father - not sorry. The reporters - I also don’t give a shit.” “And the TV interview?” Ansel paused. “Humiliated. Beyond humiliated.” “Okay, now we’re getting somewhere,” Aron said. He looked down to scribble a note. Ansel leaned away to cough into his shoulder. Then he covered his face in his hands and groaned, exasperated. “You’re not going to get me sick, are you?” Aron eyed him suspiciou