Guardian Angel (A Sample)

Daimhin said nothing as fear coiled in the pit of his stomach.

" You can go. Your morning meeting is starting in seven minutes." Mr. Ahern dismissed him.

Daimhin stood up. "Sir," he said as he nodded his head.

Mr. Ahern ignored him as he stood up to stand in front of the window again, as if he could see something there which was more interesting than the day to day operations of AoD.

Daimhin rushed out of the office and down the corridor. He could not afford to be late.

He walked into the large meeting room and sighed relieved. His manager was not here yet. Splashes of colour made the room look cheerful. Everybody here was wearing new modern clothes. Granted Daimhin preferred wearing denim jeans and white t-shirts, but Violet lived in purple and every shade thereof. Gavin, sitting across from him, liked to dress in black. Daimhin wondered if deep down he wished he was part of the Covert Operations Division.

Daimhin scanned the pristine white room. Even the gleaming wooden desk was white. He knew everyone's name here. He had been with them for a long time and depending on his deliverance hearing, he might not see them again after the end of this week.

Realization dawned on him as he watched his manager stroll across the room to his chair at the far end of the table. The light from the window casting his face into a gloomy darkness. He would have to correct his error with Taylor before his deliverance date, before his release. If he was released.