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309 pages, ebook
Published June 16, 2017
Thomas received Kibirli into his office coldly. He didn’t stand or offer a hand shake. He merely said, “Good morning, Mr. Kibirli,” and gestured to the velvet cushioned waste of tax dollars facing his desk.
The furniture was well past what could be described as worn, the TV was an old tube unit with an actual channel dial and rabbit ears, and the bathroom held a thick musty ozone.
His gut told him to lock himself in his office, but a locked door wouldn’t stop someone who really wanted to get at him. He swallowed hard. His mouth went dry. Better to just face it head on. He took another pull from the bottle and walked slowly toward his waiting room.