Fresh AirFresh air, real fresh air, is in my opinion one and the same as cold air. This cold air, the air that gets into your throat, that feels like the whole respiratory system is being purified with every breath, was sweeping in and out of Michael’s lungs as he exited the offices of Metadyne Corporation and stumbled along the pavement. The fresh air was perhaps the only thing Michael had going for him at the moment. As the body absorbed the coolness of the exterior air, and flushed out the stuffy remnants of the dense office atmosphere, he had the abundance of time to reflect upon the events that had transpired not twenty minutes ago.
‘You mess with these accounts?! You think you can fiddle our finances without anyone taking notice? These accounts go through ten other guys every day! Get out! You’re fired! Get your fraud backside out of here until we know what we can charge you with!’
The tirade had been much longer, the air packed into tighter spaces around the two m