WEDNESDAY 15 OCTOBER
Steven sat in his first floor office and looked out of the window at the people in the street below with envious eyes. Despite the tireless sun and intense heat, he’d have gladly swapped places. He’d have rather been anywhere than here. Anywhere except home, perhaps.
The rest of his staff were leaving him alone. Good. Maybe they’d picked up on the fact he was struggling today. Then again, he had been for a while. Now that he thought about it, they’d been giving him an increasingly wide berth for a couple of weeks. He’d put it down to the conditions, but that was just a pathetic excuse he’d come up with to pacify himself and he knew it. He could hear them – those who’d turned up for work (a couple were absent without leave) – messing around in the open plan main offic
