The morning office resembles a bar being gradually filled with people.
Each time someone enters, they casually toss their coat over a chair, place their coffee on a desk and nod at those around them, their expression saying, 'I've already worked hard today.'
Then, like two part-time receptionists, Cole or Kane would lift their chins towards Victor and casually introduce:
'That's Logistics. Don't mess with her — she's got what you need.”
'That one's Clerical. She seems mild-mannered, but she holds grudges like no one else.”
'The guy who hunts for doughnuts the moment he walks in? Don't mention dieting around him.”
Victor stood in a corner of the office, the breakfast pile he'd brought that morning still beside him.
He quickly realised that the people here had elevated 'timing their a
