After a long day of dealing with both you and Wes' old bosses, you two were relaxing when the topic of blackmail came up.

"I looked into the records at USC, no one named Morgan Watkins ever played football there. He lied on his resume." Wes said with a cheeky smile, holding a wood pencil by the tips before holding it out to you.

It was an old game you two played when you were bored, the first person's pencil to break lost— pretty simple.