Chapter 11
A week after his unusual meeting with Victoria Haversham, McDuff waited in an office that didn’t leave him nearly so uncomfortable. The space was cramped and dusty, the desk and chairs old and scarred, the street outside noisy and smelly. He didn’t fool himself that the manager of a global import company lived in the same way at home, but he didn’t feel like he was going to break everything by taking a breath at the wrong moment.
For some reason, he appreciated the absence of the useless little clockwork toys everyone else he’d interviewed lately seemed to have.
Besides being silly, the things were oddly disturbing.
“So sorry about that,” Mr. Smith said, closing the door behind him. The owner of Global Endeavors was a small, wiry man with thick red hair he smoothed down cons
