Call Me Gray
The events of the previous evening were heavy on his mind as Mr. Gray stepped out of the elevator. He rubbed gently at the itchy bandage on his forehead, feeling the pain of the wound beneath. The lobby that opened up in front of him was innocent-looking enough to convince most people that this was a legitimate firm. Only the employees knew the truth- not even family members knew the kind of work that their loved ones did- not that Mr. Gray had any family. With a respectful nod to Miss Violet...