"Blake Thomas leaves most of the organization to Henry." Elisha would know, since he'd been doing in for the Clubs for nearly two years now. He smoothed the paper in place, pressing down lightly to smooth out any air bubbles. "Which is understandable, since he's good at it.

"It was just a thought, anyway." Elisha wouldn't mind giving up arts, himself. God knew there was enough to do between managing the Suit and intelligence.