La spécialité de la Maison
Greg sat slumped on the security reception desk, his head throbbing after the session he had enjoyed with some of his mates the previous evening.
On four hours sleep he was in no fit state to be at work, but as it was Christmas Eve he was hoping that the office might close early and he would be able to shuffle off home to catch up on some much-needed shut eye.
What the point was of opening the office on a Monday just before the Christmas break was a mystery to him. Most of the staff had obviously booked the day off, judging by the trickle of bodies that had passed by him so far.
Typically, some of the senior Directors had turned up, so Greg presumed that certain staff members were only here to impress them with their dedication, b****y crawlers.
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