“How can you work in this office? It’s a disheveled mess”, Toby complained, probably for the millionth time as he sat on the sofa in Henry’s office.
“It’s organized chaos and I know where everything is, so don’t touch it”, Henry spat, looking up from his computer, his green eyes narrowing at his best friend. “Did you come in here to complain about my office again or do you want something else?”
“Did you find anything regarding the evictions?” Toby asked.
“No. I sent the list to Detective Green, and he spoke to the 16 people on it. They weren’t happy to be evicted, but they were understanding. The company has protocols in place for the benefit of the tenant. We did everything in our power to part amicably and from what he said, they confirmed our standing. He is chasing up the informati
