alan ross

He was waiting for her when she arrived.  Her staff had done the
necessary prep work with their usual efficiency.  He was strapped into
the chair in the center of the small, bare room.  A hood covered his
head.  She took the file folder from the back of the chair and sat
down in front of him to read over the notes.  It was nothing
unexpected.  The usual executive.  Over-worked and over-stressed,
looking for an hour’s escape.  She put the file away and pulled the
hood from his head. Read more…