Orange street lights struggled with the early evening gloom, a valiant but futile battle against the insidious autumn mist outside. The office after six o’clock, cheap carpets muffling dwindling conversations, silence swallowing the hubbub of the day.
A conference call had kept me in the building till that benighted hour. I emerged, blinking, from the meeting room, far from my usual floor, contemplating the quickest route back to my desk. My intentions were simple: return to my desk, grab my possessions and follow my colleagues onto the tube, a quick return to the bright lights and laughter of my humble home and hearth.
Some whim, a voice that whispered mischief to this normally buttoned up suit… Read more (if you dare)