Office hours, Tuesday
Mohinder was on the opposite side of the window to the snow, looking out. A thin layer of frost had formed around the edges of the window as he unwrapped himself from his scarf, one hand tracing patterns on the glass.
Shuffling out notes and a flash drive, the last traces of his walk in melting off his boots, Mohinder's hands knocked against his cell phone. He hoped none of Sunday's calls had been meant for him, but at least it seemed to be working normally now, if his responses had had the bad luck to go astray.
Drive in laptop and cup of tea gently steaming in his hand, Mohinder got to work.
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Shuffling out notes and a flash drive, the last traces of his walk in melting off his boots, Mohinder's hands knocked against his cell phone. He hoped none of Sunday's calls had been meant for him, but at least it seemed to be working normally now, if his responses had had the bad luck to go astray.
Drive in laptop and cup of tea gently steaming in his hand, Mohinder got to work.
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