#Chapter 173: He Wants To Fight

“He’s different,” I told my friends the next night, when we met at our typical wine bar. “I can’t really explain it, but he’s… distant. More closed off. And shorter with me than he’s been in a long time… Maybe since the beginning.” Maria, Megan, and Rachel listened to my retelling of the previous night’s events with attention and patience. Now that it was done, they looked at each other. They were still pissed at Logan for the ply to improve production fiasco, especially Maria, so their sympathy for him was limited. Even so, they each held looks of varying levels of concern. Rachel spoke first. “He wants to… box?” I nodded gravely. Maria and Megan looked at each other. “Is it like, some kind of league for high society members or something?” Rachel asked. “He wouldn’t actually go up against, like, guys who do physical labor or something, right?” “I don’t know,” I admitted. “He didn’t say the name of the league.” “Some of those fights are really brutal,” Megan chimed in. “