‘Baxter!’ I called into the hallway. ‘Sir?’ came the clipped reply, instant as always. I scowled up at my butler, always vaguely annoyed by how easily he predicted when I needed him. ‘The sun again, Baxter,’ I gestured vaguely at the window across from my desk. ‘I see, sir,’ Baxter nodded, clapping his heels together… Continue reading Morning Office Window