PHOTO PROMPT © Nancy Richy
It was a unique but familiar waiting room. The windows overlooked a small atrium that seemed more like a backyard. The flora extended indoors and plants that I remembered as sprouts were fairly dominant vines encroaching upon plush, gray chairs.
“Mr. Müller will see you now.” The receptionist was new, young, and I couldn’t help thinking she resembled a brunette Barbie doll.
I walked into the ridiculously large office. “Vance, it’s been a long time.”
He gave me his CEO smile. “I’m glad you came. I know you’re retired, but…”
“Sure. Kids today don’t know how to tend a garden.”
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