Betina Krahn
“Jack stopped in the doorway, taking in the sight of a dismantled machine of some sort spread all over a large desk covered with open blueprints and plans. Mariah peered past his shoulder, gasping at the sight of a tall, excessively slender man braced over the desk and mechanism, looking on the verge of collapse.The man and his assistant glanced up with surprise.“We’re looking for Richard Stephens, the owner of this enterprise. Perhaps you could tell us if he is on the premises.”“I—I am Richard Stephens.” The scarecrow-thin fellow straightened and began to fumble with his vest buttons and to roll down his rumpled sleeves. He glanced miserably around the office, fiddling with his collar and seeming to look for his tie. It was not to be found, but he spotted his coat on a chair beneath some oily machine parts. He closed his eyes briefly and swayed, leaning on the desk. “What can I do for you?”For a moment Jack just stood there, taking it all in. He was not quick with spontaneous fictions..., Iron Jack.MoreLess
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