Walden's guts turned, groaned, and grumbled. He cursed under his breath. He thought he had built a tolerance up to coffee poops, but here he was. One aggressive sneeze away from needing new pants, a mop, and being relentlessly mocked by his kid. That's what he gets for chugging 64oz of expresso straight

His attention turned to his child sitting on a couch in his office. Could he trust them alone in his office while he fought for his life on the toilet? Did he even have a choice?