Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

placing both hands on the dark wood of his desk, his signet ring gleaming under the halogen lights.

“If you contact our corporate client or continue this public nuisance, I will file a breach of contract lawsuit by Friday morning,” he said.

My throat went dry.

I had no record of any severance payment, let alone a contract that stripped away my name.

“I continue reading …