"Come in, Claude. Good to see you again. Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?"
"I"m fine, Mr. Slice." It was six in the morning and Claude wanted to ask for an energy drink but was afraid to do so. It didn"t matter how hospitable Slice tried to be with a guest, his unspoken greeting said ‘sit down, shut up, and listen’.
Slice walked over and got himself a hot drink before sitting behind the large wood desk in Klaus Ekstrom"s former office. He wanted supervising Phoenvartis to be a temporary assignment, but if it lasted more than a month, he would change the decor and furniture in this office to be in line with his tastes.
Claude had never met Sedgewick Slice, so he was surprised by his grandfatherly appearance. What set him apart from other elderly gentlemen was the clothes he
