✴ Damien ✴
The office was quiet. There was a faint scent of pine from the Christmas tree that had been set up at the start of December. All of the staff were off until after New Year and the quiet made it a bit eerie. But I liked it. I was at my desk, and I was trying to focus on the notes and diagrams that covered the surface of my desk. It was all tied to one goal – my move to Wintervale. Graham then strolled in with two steaming cups of coffee in hand. He set one in front of me before he sat down.
“I really don’t know why you are so determined to do this now. It’s the holidays, Damien…you are supposed to be relaxing. Not plotting world domination,” he remarked, and I chuckled at that.
“I’m not plotting world domination. I’m planning my future,” I said as I took a sip of the hot liq
