Borrowed Light — Episode 8

i stared at the screen for a long time my fingers were hovering over the keyboard with no idea what what to say back. In the end, I just sighed, and opened up selfie three-hourshal media. In the photo, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top deck, grinning at the camera, bold and bright. My finger paused, but I couldn't help it.

I tapped the photo open. In the reflection of the glass stood the silhouette of a man. He was on the other side of the room, turned in profile, as if lost in thought, even as nothing but a small blurred shadow caps instantly. It was Julian. I stared at that photo for a long time, until a voice came from above me. It's this late. What are you still doing here? I was startled, shot

my feet and grabbed the metal hole punch off the desk without thinking standing in front of me was a short heavy-hassed man he wore black framed glasses looking at me with open curiosity i mid-motion the longer i looked the more familiar he seemed it took me a moment to remember him the supervisor had introduced him before one of julian's assistants surname charlie i

set the thing down and explained a little embarrassed i had some work to finish i'm right now i see assistant charlie was clutching his stomach two steps later as if remembering something he looked back at me okay you have a driver's license right can you drive i blinked then nodded. Yes, before I could finish, his eyes lit up and he tossed the car keys straight into

my hands. Perfect. My stomach is killing me and Julian's car is parked outside the porf. I'll send you the location. Just drive it over to the VIP shutter point for me, please. I'll treat you