My desk lamp is the only light in the room and the city is a mosaic of lights in the darkness outside my office window. I check my watch and decide I’m not ready for home. I need to eat; I missed lunch and now it’s pretty late for dinner. I go to my bathroom and freshen up, replacing my suit jacket and fastening the button once I’ve finished. In the full-length mirror I check that everything is in order, adjusting my sleeves so that the perfect amount of cuff is showing. Pleased that a long and stressful day does not appear to be evident in my carefully constructed appearance. Pausing at my office door to lock up for the night, I take out my handkerchief and polish the brass name plate that reads, ‘Maximus McQueen - Vice President.’ Satisfied that it’s blemish free, I continue to the lift, folding the silk back into a perfect square and slipping it into my pocket. The burn of my tender skin against my clothes reminds me why I missed lunch today. Was it worth it? I always get that calm feeling after being with him but today it’s missing.
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