The Pewter CageThe Pewter CageBy Paul Johnson Hurrying out of the office was not a problem for Eric. He was a man who lived on the razor’s edge of habitual lateness, and was used to its heady charge. There were few things in life he wasn’t late for, in truth. He was late for work, late for lunch, late picking his children up at weekends, and frequently late leaving the office. This time was no different. He descended the imposing steps of the monolithic building as he had done so many times before. Despite the fact he were 5 minutes late in doing so, the actual act of departure was nigh-on perfe
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