Sitting at his makeshift desk in the makeshift office of the makeshift building, Roman scowled. The chair was too uncomfortable to sit in for extended periods, and the window only caught the very early light of the sun. His desk was small enough to fit one PC and a small monitor. At the same time, his other one could have held four monitors this size with enough space for his paperwork and a drink. Where he had complete privacy with one-sided mirror glass as a door, or there was a whole seating area for him to entertain guests, with a TV in case he wanted to relax. One wall had been lined with nothing but bookshelves of books he had planned to read, but now, more than four people in that room left him feeling claustrophobic. What a useless downgrade.
Roman thought back to how he had even
