Stein Um SteinChapter 2
By the time he arrived in his office the anger he had felt last night had returned etching a despondent glower on his face. The weight of his actions, for the near future amassed heavily on his shoulders. Only those that knew him well, would notice any difference, all they would see is the usual sad angry man, stooped over trying to hide from his own insignificance. Just before noon he was quizzed by Charles Chiswick about his delay at the port. Had Martin not known the things he knew now,...