Lyon
The big guy upstairs must've been listening, because he made an exit not long after.
Jared brought me lunch which I ate at my desk, because I found that the last person had made a mess of the files. Not that anything was missing, it's just that there was no real order to anything.
Around two the phone rang, good, break up the monotony.
"Lyon's Place, how may I help you?"
"Where the fuck is Lyon?"
"Excuse me?"
"Lyon, the quack that runs that outfit over there, where the hell is he?"
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