"Mr. Sutton, good afternoon." Jensen Morrison suppressed his surprise as he walked up to Eric Sutton.
Eric Sutton wasn't angry at being called "Mr. Sutton" by his own son. Instead, he reached out, placed a hand on Jensen Morrison's shoulder, and said earnestly, "Jensen, you're a big boy now. It's time to be sensible."
A wave of revulsion washed over Jensen Morrison.
Gene Aldrin, who was hiding off to the side, almost choked on a laugh. 'What was that all about? His boss had this image of being tall, formidable, aloof, and second to none. What did that have to do with such a nickname?'
Jensen Morrison gave Eric Sutton a look of feigned concern and asked, "Flying for so long at your age... can your body handle it?"
