 Professional Twirler Mourned and Missed
Prometheus walked into the conference room, adjusting his jacket collar as he did so.
He could not deny, even to himself, that he was nervous. This was the frist time he had seen Sam or Erik, face to face after the Dan Debacle. He hadn't had a chance to speak with his Departement and Division head, to see where he stood with them. Prometheus scanned the room and saw a few chairs were still empty, so he made his way to one, passing Sam on the way. His heart began to beat like a jungle drum, with all his zeal, he smiled and said "Morning Sir".
Seating himself he took a deep breathe, it wasn't that bad. |