Michael
My father’s office smelled worse than usual after I left the open bottle behind. I sent Mary an IM to please send someone to clean the office first thing in the morning. Wash the carpets and curtains and everything to get rid of the smell of cigar smoke as well. Then I braced myself and took a seat behind his desk, vaguely remembering what I had read before. What was my father into? Looking at the file I was reading, I noted that I wasn’t dreaming or drunken hallucinating any of it.
There was definitely a report on the weaknesses of this person in the picture with him. Both in his personal and business capacity. Why would my dad need this information? Why have it? I closed the file and put it on the floor, so I could start working through the mess on his desk. I wanted to clean
