Description: Elder Edwards rose to his feet, standing up from the wood and leather chair he’d been given. His fingers timidly reached for his jacket buttons, carefully releasing them from their closures. He felt his face become reddened and warm, responding to the strange moment he was in. It wasn’t usual for him to strip down in front of an area president. His eyes stayed down, trying not to make eye contact with President Ballard, the handsome man who sat patiently behind his desk. It was just a few days prior that he’d been naked in front of him before, but this seemed to do little in making the situation any less uncomfortable. Elder Edwards prided himself on his understanding of decorum and propriety, and nothing in his 18 years prepared him for the journey he was on. It was only vaguely explained to him that there was a secret society in the church known as the Order, a select membership of powerful men who embodied the true authority and priesthood.