"Why me?" Emerick groaned the next morning as he stared at the various stacks of documentation, letters, and diagrams. For a moment, all he could do was sit, overwhelmed, and stare at his immense workload in complete misery.
When had he last slept? He couldn't even remember any more. The few attempts he made at it were so restless and exhausting, it was less taxing to simply remain awake, though that too was taking its toll.
He picked up yet another of many, many letters and tried to read the loopy long-hand as it swam in his vision. He had to read through it four or five times to get the gist of the message, only to realize it for the scam it was and toss it into the fire place.
"I thought you might need this," Jacoby appeared suddenly with a tray containing sweets and some kind of warm drink. From the smell wafting from the steam, it was very strong.
