A/N: Hello readers! I just want to make clear that I am NOT a business writer. So when writing the contract discussed in this chapter, I can only say that I did my best. I hope that you will forgive me for anything that isn’t 100% accurate when it comes to contract-making. Heck—some of it might not even be legal. I just hope that it’s close enough to being plausible for the world of this story. And—remember—that at the root of this contract is blackmail. Appius has a bunch of stuff over Eric’s head, which is why he was forced to “negotiate.” Again, I don’t see this as a sign of weakness in this version of Eric, but the good thing about a story is that it can be interpreted in many ways.
Chapter 46: The Contract
Eric shook his head. “No. But we eventually got to this.” He pulled out one more document from the file folder—this one thicker and obviously an official contract.
He handed it to Sookie. “This is the contract. The terms begin on the third page.”
Sookie nodded and flipped to the third page of the document. She read aloud, her voice shaking a little since she knew that the heavy-weight paper in her hands held Eric’s fate.
Her fate too.
“Clause one: Eric Northman will continue his employment at Northman Publishing in the capacity of Deputy CEO until his thirty-fifth birthday. Salary will be determined by the industry average and will be reconfigured every two years. In his capacity as Deputy CEO, E. Northman will have autonomy over the international division of Northman Publishing, including its staffing; however, he must submit weekly status reports to the CEO of Northman Publishing, Appius Northman, and consider all revisions offered by the same.”
“Clause two: In the role of Deputy CEO, Eric Northman will be required to attend all major department meetings of Northman Publishing and submit reports to Appius Northman.”
Sookie stopped reading and looked up at Eric. “So you got to keep your division and your people.”
He smiled a little. “Yeah. Most of the original Larsson employees are either on my team or have moved on from NP.” He sighed. “Secretly, I let the few whom I couldn’t move to my division know that there could be lay-offs at any time, and they have sought positions either here or back in Sweden.”
“And the other meetings you have to attend?” Sookie asked.
“Actually, they’re not so bad,” he answered with a shrug, “though writing the reports is tedious. However, by attending them, I’ve come to understand pretty much every facet of the company—from graphics to janitorial services.” He chuckled. “And all that will help me when I become CEO.”
She nodded and read on.
“Clause three: Eric Northman will be made CEO of Northman Publishing on his thirty-fifth birthday. Salary will be determined by the industry average and will be reconfigured every two years. The term of employment will be at the sole discretion of Appius Northman or an agent appointed by him—as long as a notice of one month is given before termination of employment. E. Northman forfeits his right to resign his position within the first twenty years of service and will have no say in who becomes the subsequent CEO of Northman Publishing. No severance or retirement package will be given. After his term as CEO is completed, E. Northman will receive his trust fund. In addition, on the day E. Northman’s tenure as CEO ends, he will be required to sell all his remaining Northman Publishing stock, inherited from John Northman, to Appius Northman or his agent at fifty percent of the market value. E. Northman also agrees to forfeit the right to inherit any portion of NP through A. Northman’s estate.”
Sookie stopped and looked at Eric again. “So Appius can basically fire you any time he wants—for any reason.”
Eric nodded. “I hope he does. But I’m not counting on it. However, I will resign when I’m fifty-five.”
“And then you’ll get your trust fund.”
“Yes,” Eric said, “but I will have to give up my NP stock from my grandfather.” He smiled ruefully. “I hate that—you know. But it will be better to cut ties. And—between selling the NP stock and getting my trust fund—I will have enough to live on and to support my family.”
Sookie nodded and looked back at the document. “Clause four,” she read, “Eric Northman cannot change the employment status or previously negotiated income package for Nora Gainesborough during his tenure as CEO.
“Clause five: As CEO, Eric Northman must submit quarterly reports to Appius Northman or an agent of A. Northman’s choosing (in the case of A. Northman’s death). If the profit margin of Northman Publishing does not grow by 2% within any six-quarter period, the decision-making powers of CEO will be transferred to Appius Northman or his appointee for the term of one year, at which time they will transfer back to E. Northman. During any such punitive period, E. Northman will remain CEO in title; however, his annual salary will be cut by 50%, and he will be subject to the orders of the acting CEO. In addition, E. Northman is required to meet with A. Northman or his appointee one time per year—on December 25—to discuss the yearly progress of Northman Publishing.”
Sookie looked over at Eric; his eyes were bright with both unshed tears and determination.
“So,” he said, “if I can do it—if I can really run NP well, like I think I can—then I’ll retain control while I’m CEO. And I think I can,” he said hopefully.
She smiled a little. “I know you will.”
“And I’m sure that Appius, Jr. will be the official heir of NP. Or maybe—after I resign—Nora or Pam or Gracie will take over until he’s ready.” Eric sighed. “So—you see—like Appius says, I’m only a ‘place-holder,’ but that’s okay.” He smiled genuinely. “I going to build up the company for the people that work there and for my brothers and sisters—especially for A.J. And I’ll advise him when he’s first starting out—if that’s what he wants.”
“You’re a good brother, Eric,” Sookie said softly.
“I try to be,” he replied softly—sadly. “Just because Appius never wanted me to be a part of the rest of them doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be. Even if I don’t get to spend much time with my younger siblings, I can make sure that NP is still going strong when they come of age—make sure that their legacy is strong”
“And after your term is over? You have to sell your NP stock?”
He sighed. “Yes.”
“But—that’s your legacy. It’s not fair.”
“Maybe not—be I’ll be free of him then.”
“Yes,” she whispered, though she wasn’t quite sure she believed that Appius would ever allow Eric to be truly free. “Meanwhile, you’ll have to endure submitting reports and going to the yearly meetings,” she said sorrowfully, as she recalled Eric’s feelings about his meetings with Appius when he was a child.
He squeezed her hand comfortingly. “Most CEOs have to submit quarterly reports anyway, so that’s no big deal. And the contract says that I just have to submit the reports—not that I have to follow any advice given by Appius. As long as I keep the company’s bottom line growing, he won’t get a say in how I’m running it.” He paused. “And the meetings will happen only once a year,” he continued, as he seemingly steeled himself. “That’s much less than I have to deal with him now.”
“What if Appius tries to disrupt the things you try to do—so that you can’t succeed in increasing the profits? I wouldn’t put that past him.”
“Read on,” Eric said, gesturing toward the document.
Sookie took a deep breath. “Clause six: Appius Northman agrees not to interfere with any of the workings—foreign or domestic—of Northman Publishing during Eric Northman’s tenure as CEO, as long as the conditions of clause five are met. In addition, any confirmed acts of sabotage on the part of A. Northman or those in his employment (paid or not) will be met with the immediate revocation of this document and the following corollaries: 1.) A. Northman must forfeit all of his AP stock to E. Northman; 2.) E. Northman will be made permanent CEO of Northman Publishing until he chooses to resign; 3.) E. Northman will determine his own successor as CEO and may choose anyone, as long as he or she is a child or grandchild of A. Northman (including any child of E. Northman).”
Sookie looked up at Eric. “So if he’s caught interfering, he loses control and he loses his stock?”
“After I become CEO—yes,” Eric confirmed. “As you’ve seen, he has no compunction about interfering with the things I’m doing now when it amuses him.”
Sookie nodded, remembering what Eric had said about Appius’s previous acts of sabotage—all of them consequences of Eric ignoring Appius’s inane “advice.” To Sookie, those acts made Appius seem not only childish but also more dangerous. The fact that he’d hurt his own company to emasculate Eric made her apprehensive. She sighed. It was no wonder that Eric had felt “safer” once the contract was in place. She still didn’t trust Appius, but—at least—the contract had facets that were designed to protect Eric.
Eric laughed a little, breaking Sookie from her musings. “That clause was all Bobby’s idea. Without his prodding, I wouldn’t have had the balls to put a protection clause into the contract. You should have seen Appius’s face when he first read it.”
Sookie smiled. “I can’t wait to meet Bobby.”
Eric leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips. “He can’t wait to meet you either—officially, at least.” He frowned a little.
“What?” Sookie asked.
She looked back at the contract.
“Clause seven: Eric Northman is to marry on or before his thirty-fifth birthday. The choice of wife will be determined by E. Northman, but that choice must be congruent to the following conditions: 1.) The prospective spouse must be from a family whose income places that family in the upper 1% for gross annual income in the United States (or be of equivalent value if the woman is from another country); 2.) The prospective spouse must be from a family of acceptable reputation (as determined by the Social Register, Burke’s Peerage & Landed Gentry, or Appius Northman); 3.) The prospective spouse must be in the position to inherit at least 25% of her familial estate; 4.) The marriage must last at least through E. Northman’s tenure as CEO (unless the woman dies of natural causes or from injuries sustained in an accident).”
Despite her voice trembling, Sookie read the next short clause. “Clause eight: Should Eric Northman not be married by 11:59 p.m. on his thirty-fifth birthday, Appius Northman or his agent may select E. Northman’s wife according to any set of qualifications A. Northman determines.”
Eric spoke as if in agony. “I never thought I’d meet anyone who would love me,” he explained sincerely. “I truly didn’t think it would matter who I married—so long as I could choose someone I could tolerate.”
Her heart broke from seeing the pain and the guilt in his eyes.
She sighed. “It’s good that you have some choice,” she said quietly, “in whom you pick.”
“And you’re trying to make an arrangement with Isabel?” she asked.
Eric nodded again.
“Will she marry you?” Sookie asked.
“I think so,” he responded.
“And if not?”
He sighed. “I know others who might make an arrangement with me. Some would jump at the chance. But I’d rather it be someone I could be friends with.”
“And you considered Nora at one point?”
He nodded. “For a while—when she became infatuated with me and Appius basically ordered me to date her.” He dragged his hand through his hair. “Though we have a somewhat odd relationship, I consider Nora a friend—though I don’t trust her fully. And, in a lot of ways, it would have been easier if I could have made things work with her. If I were with Nora, maybe,” he stopped and shook his head.
“If you were with her, maybe Appius would approve of you more?”
He nodded again. “I never should have dated her—let alone try to be physical with her—since the whole idea of dating my own stepsister freaked me out. But Nora can be insistent.” He closed his eyes tightly. “And she kept telling me that it would please him.”
Sookie leaned forward and kissed Eric lightly on the cheek. He opened his eyes and looked at her.
She smiled a little. “It’s okay. I get it. You and I are both fucked up when it comes to wanting the approval of our parents—remember?”
He smiled back, though it didn’t reach his pain-filled eyes. “Thanks.”
She looked down at the contract and turned to the next page so that she could continue reading.
“Clause nine: Within five years of marriage, Eric Northman must produce a child or children—either biologically or through adoption—with his wife. Any children of E. Northman will be educated and housed according to E. Northman and his wife’s wishes. Appius Northman will be allowed to keep the children for one month during summers as long as he adheres to the following: 1.) A. Northman must care for the child/children in the same manner as he would any other grandchildren; 2.) A. Northman must allow the child/children weekly visits with E. Northman; 3.) A. Northman must allow the child’s/children’s mother (or a nanny hired by E. Northman) to stay in the residence with the child/children at any and/or all times during the visit.”
Confused, Sookie shook her head. “Why does Appius want access to your children, Eric?” she asked with concern.
He shrugged, his face a picture of distress. “I can’t know for sure. At first, I thought that it was so that he could do to them what he did to me. But now I think it’s to get them to love him. Maybe he thinks that he can make them prefer him to me.” He sighed. “The best I could do on this issue was to mitigate the original proposal Appius made. I hope,” Eric paused. “I pray that his aim is just to try to undermine me or to make them love him more. If that’s true, then I’m his target—not them. Either way,” he once more dragged his hand through his hair, “Appius will have his chance to be a grandfather to my children, and I will never say anything against him to them unless he forces my hand. At least—the way the contract is structured—the woman I marry or a nanny can stay with the children when they are with him.” He closed his eyes. “That’s the best I could do and the last clause Appius agreed to. And it cost me.”
“What did it cost?”
He looked at the contract. “Keep going. You’ll find out.”
Sookie nodded and then looked back at the contract. “Clause ten: Eric Northman will sign over one-half of the stock left to him by John Northman, his paternal grandfather, to Nora Gainesborough. The transfer of this stock must be initiated the day this contract is signed.”
She looked up. “You already did this?”
“How much was half?”
“Grandfather John initially left me fourteen percent of the company; I signed seven percent over to Nora,” he reported. “She now owns ten percent since Grandfather John had left her three percent already.” He sighed. “That was the price I paid for making sure Appius didn’t have too much influence on my children.”
“Appius didn’t ask for all of the stock?” she asked.
He closed his eyes. “He did ask for it all at first. Keeping half of it—which will give me some say in stockholder meetings once I’m CEO of the company—was why I agreed to allow the marriage and child visitation stipulations.”
Eric opened his eyes and looked at Sookie as if begging. “So—you see—I’m the one at fault for the fact that we can’t be together. I didn’t know there would be a moment when I would regret that compromise more than anything else. I was just thinking about the fact that the remaining stock was really the only safeguard I had left—the only leverage.” He shook his head. “I honestly didn’t think it would matter whom I married. And—even with the children I might have—I built in a way to make sure that Appius couldn’t abuse them. I was a fool,” he said, his voice trailing off and his eyes lowering in shame.
“So—you never even considered the possibility that you would fall in love,” she stated more than asked.
“No. And I certainly never thought that I would be loved in return,” he added.
She closed her own eyes tightly.
“I did all this to us, Sookie,” he said in agony.
“No you didn’t,” she returned forcefully, opening her eyes and raising his chin in order to let him see her sincerity. “Appius did all this to you—and to us. I don’t blame you for any of it.”
“But I don’t.”
“You’re too good to me,” he whispered.
“Ditto,” she averred before looking back at the contract, hoping that it wouldn’t get any worse. “Clause eleven: This contract cannot be broken without penalty unless both Appius Northman and Eric Northman are in agreement. There is one exception to this condition. The contract may be broken by either party between the hours of 12:00 a.m. to 11:59 p.m. on Eric Northman’s thirty-fifth birthday (see clause twelve for penalties in this case). The penalty for one party breaking the contract before or after the appointed date is ten billion dollars to be paid immediately. If the penalty cannot be paid, the party guilty of the breach of contract will immediately be brought up on charges of theft from Northman Publishing. The party must plead guilty to the charges and may not accept a plea bargain that does not include a prison sentence of at least one year. An unwillingness to comply with the penalty can be met with any consequences deemed appropriate by the aggrieved party, including (but not limited to) the forfeiture of NP stock and other property.”
Sookie gasped, once again awed by such a large amount of money as well as by the repercussions if it couldn’t be paid.
Eric chuckled ruefully. “As I said two nights ago, there’s no way I could pay that penalty. And—I’m sure you can guess the things Appius would do if I did not.”
She nodded. “What would happen if you broke the contract on your thirty-fifth birthday?”
“Read clause twelve,” Eric whispered.
Sookie took a deep breath. “Clause twelve: Should Eric Northman break this contract on his thirty-fifth birthday, the following penalties will occur: 1.) His trust fund will revert irrevocably to Appius Northman or a person of his choosing; 2.) His remaining stock in Northman Publishing will revert immediately to Appius Northman or a person of his choosing; 3.) The international portion of Northman Publishing will be dissolved and all its employees let go; 4.) Elsa Larsson will lose her yearly stipend.”
Seeing that there were only two more clauses, Sookie kept going, wanting to get the offending document away from her as soon as possible.
“Clause thirteen: Should Appius Northman break this contract on Eric Northman’s thirty-fifth birthday, the following will occur: 1.) Appius Northman will cut all ties with Eric Northman, both personal and professional; 2.) Eric Northman’s trust fund will be immediately transferred to his control; 3.) Elsa Larsson will immediately be given the amount of twenty times her yearly stipend; 4.) Eric Northman’s NP stock will be surrendered to Appius Northman or someone of his choosing; 5.) All documents, video recordings, voice recordings, photographs, etc. (and all copies of said items) pertaining to Eric Northman in Appius Northman’s possession will be immediately given to E. Northman.”
Sookie inhaled quickly before she read the last clause. “Clause fourteen: All evidence (whether it be real or fabricated) relating to Godric Burnham will be given to Eric Northman immediately upon the signing of this contract. Furthermore, no slanderous accusations will be made against Godric Burnham by Appius Northman or anyone in his employ (paid or otherwise). The penalty for such will be the surrender of 10% of Northman Publishing to Bobby Burnham. Furthermore, the signing of this document indicates that A. Northman has no knowledge of Godric Burnham committing any criminal acts.”
Sookie looked at Eric, a tiny smile tugging at her lips. “Was that Bobby’s idea?”
Eric shook his head. “No that one was all me.”
She smiled a little wider before her expression fell into a worried frown. “What about the stuff concerning your mother? Or the Marnie Stonebrook stuff?” she asked.
“He’s still hanging all that over my head,” Eric said with a sigh. “I’m sure that those will be only some of his punishments if I break or breach the contract.”
“So he’s really trapped you,” she said in a quiet voice.
Eric nodded. “Yes. But I never knew how much I was trapped until I met you.” He sighed. “When I signed the contract, I was naïve enough to think that it was a good thing overall. With it, I was protecting Mormor and Pam and the others. And I will get to be CEO—almost completely on my own terms. And—at the time I signed this document—the thing I liked most was my work, and I knew that I could perform the job of CEO well. And without Appius’s interference, I figured that I would even enjoy it.”
“And your personal happiness?” she asked.
He shrugged. “I didn’t really expect any. I didn’t think I could feel much for anyone—at least not on a romantic level—so an arranged marriage seemed best anyway. Who did it matter who it was with—as long as I could prevent it from being with someone like Freyda de Castro?”
“And there was no way you could trust Appius, and the contract helped you to know where you stood,” she added.
He sighed. “Yes. The contract used to be comforting to me. And,” he paused, “I genuinely want for Northman Publishing to be a success, especially now that it carries Larsson within it. But now I wish I could burn every copy of that document.” He gestured toward her hand.
“And after the term of the contract is over? After you get to resign?”
“I hope that I’ll be free,” Eric said. “I’ll be 55 years old then. With any luck, I won’t be too worn out—too worn down.”
“And if I’m free then too?”
“I could never ask you to wait for me, Sookie. I want you to live—to thrive—after our time is over.”
He exhaled. “I want to be a good father.”
She smiled. “You will be.”
“I hope so.”
They were quiet for a while as she read over the remaining pages of the contract—the fine print so to speak. The ten pages that followed the basic clauses reiterated what she’d already read, simply going into more detail about how each clause was to be carried out.
“I still don’t get why he would do all this,” she remarked with a shake of her head once she was done reading. “He was ready to let you leave when he thought you were Peder’s son.”
Eric shook his head sadly. “Maybe, he felt trapped with me too—at least in a way. For better or worse, I’m the most competent in the family to take over. Pam is great at what she does, but she wouldn’t be able to run the whole company without help—nor would she want to. And Nora never wanted to be CEO either.” He exhaled deeply. “A lot of people are counting on me, but if I really thought Nora could run Northman Publishing, I would have tried to convince her to do it so that Appius didn’t need me as a placeholder. However, Nora hasn’t turned out to be the star Appius believes her to be; moreover, she doesn’t want to be that star. I have had to step in quite a few times to keep her from costing the company a lot of money and jobs.”
“And you’ve covered for her,” Sookie observed.
He nodded. “Yes. Nora’s not incompetent; she’s just not capable enough to be the CFO of a company as large as Northman Publishing—let alone the CEO. I think—on some level—that Appius must know that. And the good thing is that Nora knows when she’s in over her head, and she asks me for help before things get too bad. She also knows that I care about the company more than she does. And it’s not as if she’s totally unqualified. In most things, she does fine.”
“But she hasn’t told Appius that you help her.”
“No,” Eric confirmed. “And even if she did, it wouldn’t matter. He would find excuses for her, or he would find a way to blame me, so it’s better if things stay as they are. When I’m CEO, I’ll hire someone to help her with things.”
Sookie sighed and leaned into him a little. “Will he even let you be CEO, Eric? What if he breaks the contract on your thirty-fifth birthday?”
Eric sighed. “I hope he does. Maybe—like you said the other night—he’s just been dangling the prospect that I will be CEO in my face. He could be toying with me now—just to nullify the contract at the last second. But,” he paused, “like I said, he is trapped as much as I am—if he wants the CEO of NP to be a member of the family that will keep the company growing.” Eric moved his arm so that it was around Sookie’s shoulder. “Appius has seen that I’m good at my work, and the company is growing because of that work. He will—and has—threatened to make someone else CEO at the eleventh hour, but I think that’s just to scare me and to keep me unsure about my future. However, it’s clear that I’m his best choice for running the company—at least, until one of the other kids comes of age. And though he’d never admit it out loud, I’m a good choice. I’m good at what I do, and I prove that every day.”
“Yes,” Sookie agreed. She’d “heard” from many people’s lips just how well-regarded Eric was at Northman Publishing.
Eric sighed. “You asked last night why I sometimes call Appius, ‘Father,’ and why I sometimes call him ‘Appius’—remember?”
Unnoticed by him, a tear rolled down his cheek. Sookie put down the contract and picked up the handkerchief on her lap, before reaching up and wiping away the errant tear.
“For four hours,” he said, “I sat next to a man who wanted to be my father, even though he didn’t really think he was. For almost twenty years, Godric Burnham—the headmaster at the school I was shipped off to when I was five and a half years old—treated me more like I was his son than Appius Northman ever did.” Another tear streamed down Eric’s cheek; this time he brushed it away. “Within one month, I lost two fathers who wanted me, and I kept one that had always despised me. After that, my biological father became a man I didn’t want to share blood with. I might still have to say ‘Father’ out loud with everyone else, but—with you—I feel free to say what I want to say. I’m still getting used to saying ‘Appius’ out loud, however, so sometimes I forget.”
“My mother is Michelle in my head too,” she said quietly.
He nodded, taking Sookie’s hand in his. He pulled her onto his lap where they sat quietly for a while.
Eric was the one to break the silence. “Sookie?” Eric asked nervously.
“I want to take you to Sweden with me when I go in July. I’ll be gone for two weeks. I fly out the seventh and come back the twenty-second.”
“I don’t know,” she said hesitantly. “That’s a lot of time away from work, and it’s coming up in less than a month, but I’ll ask Sam if he can spare me—at least for part of the time. I certainly have the vacation days saved up.”
“Thank you,” he said, kissing her hair. “I want Mormor to know you. And—uh—if you can come, I want to do something else too.”
“Gran,” he said. “Would she fly to Sweden too? My mormor would—I think—like to get to know her as well. We could be a,” he paused, as his voice broke a little, “family for a while. Pam is going a week earlier than I do, but will be there the first week I am.”
“I don’t know if Gran could afford it,” Sookie said tentatively. “Since Grandpa Earl died, she’s been on more of a fixed budget, especially after all of my medical expenses,” she added guiltily.
Eric looked at her sincerely. “She wouldn’t need to pay; she would just need to come.”
Sookie bit her lip a little and looked up into Eric’s eyes. She could tell that he was trying to give her the world in that moment—literally—and he was trying to people that world with those she loved most: her gran and him. A part of her wanted to resist him—to tell him that he shouldn’t spend his money on her in any way. But his eyes told her that he didn’t care about the money. What he wanted was to make her happy and to be happy himself.
Less than five percent of his life. Less than five percent of her life.
In that moment, she decided to make them both happy. “I’m sure she’ll come, and I know Sam will give me the vacation time—though I might have to take some work with me.”
Eric smiled like she’d just given him his heart’s desire.
His expression broke her heart and put it back together at the same time. Steadying her emotions, Sookie got up, put the contract back into the file folder, and placed the folder on Eric’s desk. That done, she held out her hand to him.
“Let’s go to bed?” she asked.
He nodded, took her hand, and followed her to their room.
A/N: Hello all. Well—now you finally know exactly what the contract says. And you also know the basics of why Appius resents Eric so much. But Eric is right: Appius needs Eric to be CEO of NP—but maybe not for all the reasons Eric thinks (hint, hint).
Okay—next up we are going to skip from Tuesday to Sunday, which would normally be a MET day. But that day is also Father’s Day in the story, and Eric is expected to be at Sophie-Anne’s brunch to celebrate Appius. Will Eric keep up pretenses and go? Will Sookie keep her standing “date” with the MET without Eric? Yes—to both questions. So—coming soon—we’ll get to see more interactions between Eric and Appius, as well as his siblings. (And Appius is going to be in rare ass-aholic form.) We’ll also get to see Sookie explore a part of the MET she’d been nervous to go to before.
And—coming in the next section of chapters—we’ll also see Sookie interact with Bobby. And—guess who’s coming to dinner? Pam. Yep. What will Pam think about Eric being with the “odd” girl in the office?
It might be a few days before I can post the next one. I’ve been “saving” my hands mostly for grading essays, and I have a big stack. Yuck! But you know that I’ll be back as soon as I can—definitely by next weekend. Now that we’re done getting a lot of the background about Eric, Appius, the contract, etc., we’ll see our characters “doing” stuff instead of just having lots of long, heavy conversations. And I—for one—am ready for that!
If you are interested in learning more about the backgrounds of Appius’s parents, click here.