“What? What personal gifts? I got small items. Bath salts. Discount cards for coffee shops. They weren personal gifts. They were never able to get close to me.” He snorted. “What are you worried about?” He scowled. “It’s a job. I am in a position of power. People want to give gifts to me. They are not unprofessional. Sometimes they are strategic. Are you going to kill my second-in-command if they give me a sword as a present now?”
Zach sighed. He was already beginning to dislike the situation. *”I’ll talk to him… but help me! He listens to you…”*