64. Shift in Power

Paul - His Office at Wolves Inc

The stuffy air coming in through the opened window carries the sound of the whispering people on the street and feet shuffling on the pavement. The honking of the cars usually covers up everything if one doesn’t pay attention.

When I close the window, the sounds of the city disappear. It's only silence and peace that fills my office now.

The warm sun shines through the window as shimmering specks of dust float in the air.

I sit on the edge of the chair, facing the desk. My eyes dart all over the papers scattered on top of it.

Almost a week has passed since we visited the gypsy witch. I haven't seen Laura since she dashed away after answering that phone call. I should attempt to contact her, but why must I always be the first to reach out?

Even if she's hiding somewhere in her apartment, she might not want to talk to me again. I guess I've already said what needed to be said. My hand comes up to loosen up my tie.

Brushing together my fingers in a futile