George Hardwick III Posted December 17, 2016 Share Posted December 17, 2016 Chichester had made a loose arrangement to visit Basildon that Tuesday. It being the Christmas season, the hall of offices was a rather quiet locale, though the ever present snoops and tattle tales lingered in the halls ready to make their various reports. George nodded his head to one likely suspect, while wondering what ill stroke of fortune had reduced the otherwise fine looking man to that much. Basildon's Office was easy enough to find. George lifted his silver tipped walking stick and gave a stout rap. These doors did require something of a pummeling, leather clad things did such a good job of muffling noise. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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