CHAPTER 67: A HUGE MISUNDERSTANDING 2

Myron sat in his office and stared at the group of old men and women who had walked into his office bright and early this morning. He knew why they had come but he wasn’t in the mood to deal with them, he hadn’t slept a wink last night, and neither had he gotten any work done.

All he had done was sit in his chair and stare at the tea and snack Anna had brought until dawn, even when the tea went cold and no longer emitted vapor he didn’t try to salvage it, he just stared at it. Even now, the tea was still sitting on his table untouched. It was barely six in the morning and the cleaners weren’t there to do their jobs yet but the elders of the pack had gathered in his office. He wondered if they were so excited to come to him that they couldn’t sleep.

He glanced at the tea on the table and sighed. Not touching it had helped him conclude that he needed to stop coveting what was not his and could never be his. The thought of that was enough to settle his troubled heart and silence his di