Darius Jedburgh
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Darius kicks the door shut with his boot, tossing his jacket onto a chair. He shuffles into the kitchen, whistling low, and sets a half-empty bottle of whisky on the counter. He pours a splash into his coffee, stirs with his finger, and takes a long sip.
“Mmm. Breakfast of champions.”
He drops into the armchair, creaking under his weight, and flips through a stack of papers without reading them. With a sigh, he leans back, boots on the table, and lets the room settle into silence.