He’s staring out of the window of his meaningless corner office, the mahogany desk behind him. A soft knock startles him for a second but he doesn’t even bother turning around when his secretary enters.
“Your 1 o’clock appointment is here.”
“Tell him to reschedule, please. A family emergency came up.”
“Everything alright, Mr. Smith?”
“Obviously not.” In the reflection of the window he can see her backing off. “Sorry,” he adds quietly. “I’ll call when I need anything.”
The closing door flutters a police report about a strange fatal car accident of one Sam Wesson with his Chevy Impala.
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Response to the Drabble Challenge by Enkidu07 and Onyx Moonbeam on fanfiction.net.
Chapter end notes:
A/N: My gratitude goes out to my awesome beta twinchaosblade who makes sense of my stuff, even if I don't.