My office has felt like a tomb since the day I first stepped through the doors of Snyder & Oglethorpe.
Today, it feels more like that than ever.
The cleaners have come and gone, so I’m all alone. The lights on the floor are still set to the motion sensors. Every time I shift in my chair, the overheads click on and blind me. Every time I sit still long enough to think, they wink off again, and I’m plunged into darkness.
I’ve been here since five. I couldn’t sleep. I drove home from the Mandarin around two, walked into my apartment, took off my jacket, hung it up, then put it right back on and walked out again. There was no point pretending I was going to close my eyes.
So now, I’m at my desk with a folder open in front of me, the same folder Afon dropped in my lap three weeks ago.
I’m
