18: Love Song For a WitchHe flipped the light switch, and the room illuminated with a sickly fluorescent glow. He took a step toward the Mr. Coffee on the wet bar, and his toe caught the corner of a bookcase. He stumbled forward and caught himself on the corner of his desk, keeping the liquor sloshing around in his stomach from escaping through his mouth. He dumped yesterday’s grounds and filter and replaced them with new ones. Then he filled the reservoir with water and turned on the Mr. Coffee.
“Excuse me, Mr. Stepp,” the intern secretary said, opening the door without knocking. “You have a walk-in. I think you need to talk to this one.”
“Already? I just got here. Wait. How long have you been here, Vicki?”
“Sir, I came in at eight. When we open.”
Stepp waved her off with a you’re-bei
