He saunters into the oval room dumping the 20-stand-candleholder. It has been a tiring day for him.
The procession had starred at the numbers of his candles; everyone else had just one for the occasion.
In his room, resting on the sofa, he could see the candle-holder and a picture of a victim he had picked from the ground at the procession train, tears roll freely from his eyes.
His head is a flurry of thoughts. He seizes the phone on the desk…
“Hello Reggie, take down the following memo for the meeting next week…”
“But, Sir, these are far reaching, can we play safely on this with them…?”
“Who cares, the place is damn too risky for safety games. Either they act, or I will”
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