A few days later, Simon was staring at a lit laptop screen in the late afternoon. Phillip walked in without knocking, looking tired after a long meeting.
"Basset." Phillip's voice filled the office, causing Simon to distract himself from what had been occupying his attention for the past few hours. "I have a rough draft of the carnival program."
Simon leaned his back against the cushioned chair. Taking a deep breath, Simon looked as tired as Phillip. These few days, they had been busy preparing for the annual carnival organized by the city's business association.
"How's it going?" Simon's voice came in turn. It was followed by the sound of the small refrigerator that was now open because Phillip pulled it. The man took out two cans of beer from there.
"To be honest, there are still a l
