Chapter 37
Rodrick put an extra skip in his stride on his way to work that morning, feeling the need to be as good to the day as it had been to him so far. He had the pleasure of waking to the delicious smell of his wife’s well-prepared breakfast, and the day had even been remarkably cool so far. As he walked the streets of the northern district towards his place of work, there hadn’t been any concern for appearing too disheveled upon arrival.
As was usual, his employees greeted him as he passed, and Rodrick had taken the time to return a few of the smiles that had been pointed his way. His secretary, Mrs. Wheelson, had prepared his daily briefs and paperwork in perfectly neat order, placed squarely onto the center of his desk. A still-warm cup of tea waited for him when he finally sat,
