Mr. Wood: in which a rich man entertains a well-dressed guest.
The desk phone rang once.
Mr. Wood knew the signal. He’d waited for hours, working very late in his office, passing the time.
The fringed arm of his jacket stretched across a vast executive desk, its surface a polished mirror. The reflection of a gold-nugget button on his sleeve flashed somewhere deep in the dark walnut.
The glint of a firefly.
His huge right hand pressed a button.
Her voice sounded odd, distant, on this snowy night. A wasp trapped in a bottle.
“Why, Mr. Wood. What a nice surprise on this cold, snowy evening…”Read More