Through the Glass

Vance

The first sign that something was about to disturb the rhythm of my day came from Simon, who walked into my office without knocking, which he never did unless there was a reason worth interrupting me for.

"Tristan's here," he said.

I didn't look up immediately from the papers in front of me. "Here as in downstairs, or here as in already walking around like he owns the place?"

"The second one