The Distant Affair
The air in the office smelled of ozone and stale coffee. Elias sat in the plastic chair, his knees pressed together, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of sunlight cutting through the blinds. Director Halloway did not look up from his desk. The man was a study in beige: beige suit, beige tie, beige skin. He tapped a pen against a stack of manila folders, the sound sharp and...
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