The moment he entered his office, Nathan made a beeline for the coffee machine behind Burke’s desk, drawn there by the smell of freshly, or at least recently, brewed coffee.
He had no idea which blend of coffee Burke had decided to make that time, his friend kept multiple blends around, which he seemed to use according to his mood, but neither did he care. All he cared about was that there was coffee available.
“How’s Louisa?” Burke asked once Nathan had his coffee and was seated at his desk. He wasn’t as friendly with Louisa as Nathan was, but he did get on with her, and simple decency would have made him ask even if he didn’t.
Nathan took a long sip of his coffee and then pulled open the middle drawer of his desk so he could grab a couple of sugar sachets, which he tore open and dumpe
