"...Right" Greg said as a frown formed on his face. Office gossip and relationships were often brutal, but he'd managed to steer clear of being personally involved with the drama during his length of employment here due to being a devoted husband and father. It was strange to have to put up with it now, and not to mention it was about his siste-ugh, about Bill! He shifted a hand into his pocket and felt his fingers close around the gemstone that had taken his son from him, anger at how unprofessional everyone was a ting, wanting to fix Bill and just wanting some time alone at his desk!
As the elevator dinged and the doors opened, Greg's hand curled around the gemstone, hiding the flair of gold-green light from bleeding through the fabric of his pants pocket. Either by his own volition or perhaps urged on by the clearly otherworldly stone, Greg muttered a wish through clenched teeth as the crowd of workers moved out into their designated work space.
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