There was mold in the top left corner of his office. Or maybe it was the bottom left corner if you came in from the door. It was the black, crawling kind that took way too much elbow grease to get rid of. It probably wasn’t great to be breathing in either.
How come he’d never noticed it before?
Walker lay on the floor of his office, the small of his back cramping as he stared at the ceiling above him. The rest of it seemed alright, it was just that corner. His eyes drifted in and out of focus, his hand lying across his stomach.
The gentle rise and fall was oddly soothing.
Five minutes, he’d promised himself ten minutes ago. Five minutes to recover from a terrible f*****g day and his, frankly frustrating, meeting with Jackson. That had ended approximately eleven minutes ago.
It cou
