Keep Your Friends Close Part 2
More than half an hour had passed since Charlie had walked out. I still had not moved from my seat, as if moving would allow reality to seep in and the magic of this surreal day would fade. Eventually I had to give in to the inevitable. There was no way I was going to do any more work that night, so I cleaned myself up and absent-mindedly left the office. Two hours later I was sat motionless at home, well into my second glass of chilled wine, mulling over the day's events. The...