With a CLANG, Gene Woods dropped the club in his hand, a show of good faith.
"Really?" Ethan Shaw asked, not easing the pressure of his foot.
Gene Woods struggled to breathe. His mind, once muddled with exhaustion and anger, was now shockingly clear from the excruciating pain in his chest.
"Please... be the bigger man. I really... *cough, cough*... I know I was wrong. Forgive me, please forgive me..."
He struggled, pushing against Ethan's foot. His greasy face turned a deep, blotchy purple from the pain.
The director, looking anxious, hurried over and took Ethan Shaw's arm. "Mr. Shaw, please, let him go. His face is turning purple..."
Naomi Kenway stepped forward. She noticed that all the cameras had been turned off during the fight between Chelsea Raines and Gene Woods, a measure taken to prevent any negative publicity. She breathed a small sigh of relief. The court of public opinion could be merciless, and she subconsciously wanted to shield Ethan Shaw from that.
