Jan 17, 2018
@artificalist liked for a starter
The office reeked like smoke an tobacco, Tord’s god awful habit having followed him into his adult life from his teen years. Even with windows open, the smell clung to the furniture, making him consider maybe cutting down on his cigar intake.
“Any particular reason you decided to pay me a visit?”
Of all people he’d expected to stride into his office with the confidence and piss poor attitude of a superior, he didn’t expect it to be Tom. In fact, Tord was under the impression the brit thought he’d died in the crash.
