Bitterly cold and humid - such an enchanting combination. Every surface, every blade of grass and twig is growing long ice crystals ten or more millimetres in length.
The cold that had seemed mild at first now numbed her face and extremities.
Griselda tightened her red scarf and wrapped her caramel-coloured coat tighter.
It's Friday and Griselda is glad that the week is coming to an end.
She got in JL Inc and got to the floor where she did let them do the process of the security thing and then she headed up to her office.
She couldn't hear any movement on the floor.
She sighed and sat on her desk, got the iPad and the Mac Book from the drawer she kept them in.
Griselda taps on the iPad, and SIRI reads the schedule.
She didn't have any work to do.
She's bored.
a half-hour pas
