Chapter ElevenLloyd paced back and forth in his office on the North East side of the city. The sun had just broke way over the rooftops of the city's tallest buildings. He'd needed a break from that stuffy apartment of Autumn's, and this was the closest place of his own to Chance's hotel. It was right down the road, so they'd be meeting him there soon, before making way to the rest of the crew.
He was wearing down the freshly laid carpet. The smell of the once welcomed cinnamon burning candle was now starting to make him nauseated. He stomped directly to the source of the smell and blew much harder on it than needed. A small line of smoke rose into the air from the corner of his messy desk. Papers were strewn across the oak finished top of nearly every one of his office furnishings.
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