It’s easy to “accidentally” drag his face along the wall and ram it into the door as I escort him roughly out. When he stumbles to the ground, my only disappointment is that he’s only falling onto the plush velvet carpet in the hall and not off the edge of a cliff.
I’m going to have to figure out a plan to get rid of Martin for good. Something permanent that will get him off of Clara and Willow’s trail for the rest of eternity. I’m sick of dealing with him—I can only imagine how terrifying is must be for the girls every time he pops up like a f*****g weed.
This one time is the exception. i***t that he is, he did give me some useful information.
And I did, in fact, get it all on tape.
I turn to walk back to the desk to grab my phone and make sure everything loads from the hidden microph
