With a CLANG, Gene Woods dropped the club in his hand, a gesture of sincerity.
"Really?" Ethan Shaw asked, not easing the pressure of his foot.
Gene Woods struggled to breathe. His mind, previously clouded by exhaustion and fury, was now shockingly clear from the excruciating pain in his chest.
"Sir... be the bigger person... I really... *cough cough*... I know I was wrong. Forgive me, please forgive me..."
He struggled to push him away, his greasy face turning a deep, mottled red from the pain.
The director, looking anxious, came forward and grabbed Ethan Shaw's arm. "Mr. Shaw, you should probably let him go. His face is turning purple..."
Naomi Kenway walked over. She noticed that all the cameras had been turned off during the fight between Chelsea Raines and Gene Woods to avoid negative publicity. Seeing this, she let out a small sigh of relief. The court of public opinion online could destroy someone, and she instinctively didn't want Ethan Shaw to endure that.
