The clock had already ticked past ten in the morning when Roman finally arrived at the office. As he walked past the cubicles towards his office, he noticed his employees staring at him with wide eyes, clearly taken aback by his late arrival and the state of his face.
Whispers and murmurs filled the air, following him all the way to his door, where Ms. Clementine was waiting with his travel mug of coffee and a stack of files.
Roman’s eyes narrowed at the files in Clementine’s hand, which looked like they would take hours to work through, and the hours left in the day might not be enough in the end. Perfect.
“I was almost worried and about to file a missing person’s report,” she quipped when he reached for his coffee before stepping into his office.
Roman sighed. He removed his jacket
