“Hallelujah,” Bob exclaimed as the elevator door opened. He unslung his pack as he stepped into the lobby, computer booting before reaching the table.
It had been a long night driving. Traffic was horrible. The kids were wound tight, but were down now with his wife, fast asleep.
He should sleep too, but the story came to him driving, and wouldn’t wait. Bloodshot eyes locked onto the coffee table. Just what he needed.
Cold black syrup filled the cup. The first sip went down with a grimace. The second was better, not good but needed.
Time to get to work.
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