Chapter One: A non-tropical heatwave
“Ed, I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, BUT THE AIR CONDITIONING IN THIS RUN-DOWN RAT-TRAP IS BROKEN AND I’M MELTING!”
Edward Denby remained unmoving in his chair, his hands laced and resting on his waist. A wet cloth was draped over his face. “If I say I have noticed, will it stop you from complaining?”
“You bet your ass it won’t!”
“So then my motivation for discussing it with you would be…?”
Unceremoniously, the cloth was ripped from his face. His assistant Delphi stood before him, her green eyes flashing a thin sheen of sweat covering her face. She was angry, which was a good look for her. He wisely kept the thought to himself.