Wednesday, 18 August 2010
He opened the dark mahogany draw and threw in the letter, it landed on a pile of crisp white envelopes just the vibrant red word 'URGENT' printed on the fronts breaking up the whiteness. Slamming the draw shut hastily he took his glasses from the end of his nose and rested them on the deep wood desktop the other hand rubbing the top of his nose, squeezing his eyes tightly together. With a deflated sigh he reached over to a bottle of scotch placed in the corner of the desk next to the reading lamp, clinking it against the thick based whisky glass, without hesitation he gulped the liquid down, enjoying the warming sting. Momentarily erasing the thought of what he had to do next to stop Mr Clayton finding out that his credit cards had been copied.