POV Damien
"Hey, Winst! Can you bring these to the meeting room in a couple of hours? I've got an emergency to take care of, and I don't think I'll make it back in time, so if you could also take my place in that meeting, I would be forever grateful." I said to the wrinkly old man sitting beside me as I was packing up my things, ready to leave.
He gave me the usual soulless look of discontent. He then looked down on the stack of blank papers and returned to his duties, typing nonsense on the keyboard on his turned-off computer. He looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he only made his usual sighs before he had to go to the bathroom. I, on the other hand, then headed towards the nearest convenience store.
