he last fifteen years, to bring his coffee. She had been bringing him his coffee since the day she started. She was as old as his grandmother, he assumed. Her grey hair and wrinkled fa

sband had passed on, Adam was all she had. He visited her often at work and gelled well with Mark. He was in his early thirties and still unmarried. She wished he had found the love of his life and settled down but he was still enjoying the bachelor life. She didn't quite understand why he would prefer being single over having a family even though he was brought up in a loving close knit family. Was it the passing of his father that made him not want to feel attached to another person? His bond with his father was so strong that he never recovered from the loss. They both did not recover

side. She would never suspect him if he showered her with gifts which she loved. He did what he did best after a wild night. Drink coffee, admire his family and work till late. It was a dull day, the weather did not look t

eded to get his head in the game. His headache from the excessive alcohol last night had finally subsided. Mrs Blunders coffee always d

e where 30 emails waiting to be read but one caught his

Mrs Blunder. He saw her working at the firm for a very long time, probably until retirement. Probably until she is Grey an

d leave for her to recover from her sprained ankle. The job was not demanding. She worked a straight shift. H

ud. He just couldn't help himself. He wa

mething to do with last nights incident. He knew just the right person who will tel

she thought as she woke up from her chair to go to find Charlie. She knew where she would find Charlie. His usual spot, in the kitchen, probably eating a doughnut and sipping his white cappuccino. It was too e

xed business