Chapter 125
Fred Hart...
The coffee maker screamed, and Fred pushed the button. Pouring some into his travelling mug, he took a large dose of it. His body tingled with happiness and welcomed the extra dose of caffeine Fred offered. With the mug in hand, he picked up his briefcase from the floor and walked out of his house and into the car, signalling for them to get going. He set his briefcase aside and settled the traveling mug into the cup holder in the car.
Fred threw his head back on the seat's headrest, and his muscles sighed. He dreaded the meeting he was about to attend. Jameson Mackay was still very much furious about the turn out of the floating city's opening. He had expelled some of his anger yesterday, but Fred guessed there was still more to exert. He was in no mood to be yelled at, but it was inevitable. Fred puffed out a breath and soaked his lungs with more caffeine. It would serve as liquid confidence.