Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

I returned to the office, the main desk was dark, the receptionists having gone home for the evening.

I walked to my desk and picked up my personal coffee mug, the one with the faded gold trim from my first year at the firm.

I put my reading glasses into their leather case and slid them into my handbag.

The desk looked very gray and bare under the fluorescent continue reading …