DAEMON
My mind didn’t focus on the margin lines on the projector anymore, it had wandered, wandered back home, to her face, to her Jadore scent, to her plump red lips this morning, why on earth did she look so different today?
“Mr Calister..” Gerald nudged me lightly and I blinked to the man standing in front of me with a pie chart on the screen.
I cleared my throat and adjusted myself to the softness of the seat. “Great presentation Mr Allen” he slightly bowed and there was an applause when I heard the door of the meeting room open.
A bald headed man with a tightened suit rushed in, his face damp with sweat and his feet was scurrying around the room with a file in his hands.
“You’re late Manager Magnus” I pointed out “Is this a habit?” I placed my elbow on the lengthy table and had m
