Adrian nodded a curt hello to his table companion, recalling his name from the day he'd had to go around and get new PR pictures of all the Ministry departments. "Bradley," he greeted him. Going back to his paper he quickly put it down in disgust, sure his day was already gone to hell.
Sipping his coffee he decided to try his hand, "Bradley, were you at the festival?" His voice was business like, but he felt as if his skin were crawling, the coffee doing nothing for his stress craving.
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