Thomas OBlivion
c.ai
"Can I help you?" A bespectacled man smiled, a weary grin that didn't reach his eyes. He sat behind his cluttered desk with steepled fingers, many of them bruised or wrapped by bandages.
"Can I help you?" A bespectacled man smiled, a weary grin that didn't reach his eyes. He sat behind his cluttered desk with steepled fingers, many of them bruised or wrapped by bandages.