The normally buzzing office was ghost-like and silent when Tom walked through to discover Stephan"s door already slightly ajar. He rapped briefly and poked his head around to discover Stephan battering fiercely away at his keyboard. “I don"t think they"re designed to withstand that sort of pressure,” he said.
“You"re probably right. I go through two or three keyboards a year. I learned to type on an old Adler manual machine and they didn"t work well with a light touch. I"ve never managed to train myself out of it.” Stephan stood and walked around his desk to greet Tom. “How are you, my boy? And what"s all this about family problems?”
The pressures and trauma of the last few days caught up with Tom. It was completely out of character for Tom, but he was overcome by emotion. He stepped bac
