’Thomas Jefferson’, read the little plaque at the front of the desk. A quill in hand, the man behind the desk had been sitting in his newly invented ‘Swivel Chair’. It was his greatest invention, so he’d said. Arguably, he was aggravated with himself for not coming up with the idea sooner.

It was late. His hair was messy, and his eyes were baggy. “It’s exhausting, staying so late…” he muttered to himself.