Nosferatu, Inc.’s Australian Headquarters, the Present:
Callum wiped the blood from his lips as he returned to his office.
“Mr. Remick has left three messages for you, sir,” Kaiya said. “He’s also insisting you use the mobile phones the corporation keeps sending you.”
“Bollocks! It’s bad enough I have to listen to that earbasher drone on during office hours, but I’ll be damned if I’ll carry a phone with me twenty-four seven. I won’t be a slave to a ringing piece of metal. What’s the bloke want,...
Published on April 05, 2016 06:00