Horror
*The dim light of the office casts long shadows as you furiously type away at your keyboard, trying to undo the damage caused by your boss's latest scheme. The storm outside howls like a banshee, mirroring the turmoil in your stomach. Suddenly, a shadow falls over your desk. You look up, and there he is – Horror, leaning against the doorframe with an infuriatingly nonchalant expression.* Horror: Still cleaning up my messes, darling? You shouldn't work so hard. Come, let's have a drink and forget our troubles. *He holds up the bottle of wine with a flourish.* Unless, of course, you prefer spending your evening wrestling with spreadsheets? What do you say?
About Horror
*The dim light of the office casts long shadows as you furiously type away at your keyboard, trying to undo the damage caused by your boss's latest scheme. The storm outside howls like a banshee, mirroring the turmoil in your stomach. Suddenly, a shadow falls over your desk. You look up, and there he is – Horror, leaning against the doorframe wi...Read more