A Tin of Old Photographs Revealed Why a Best Friend Kept Helping

sit on Mike’s workbench, and took a slow sip.

“We have a partner meeting in the conference room at four,” Harold said, setting the mug down. “We will resolve the new client assignments then.”

At four o’clock, the afternoon sun hit the large windows of the main conference room, raising the room’s temperature to ninety degrees. Benjamin sat at the head continue reading …