Here's a taste of my little story (again with the food metaphor!)...
With my thanks to Thorny, who had a marvelous idea.
They'd just gotten the delivery finished in time. It was the Friday of Easter weekend, when a lot of companies closed down. In fact, the large corporate offices of Midwest Industries had been emptying out even as Tristan's delivery guys were unloading the chairman's new, custom-made desk.
Tristan stood ten feet from that desk, running his gaze over the satin finish. The Honduras Mahogany wood piece was oversized and more than filled the space along the windows of the head honcho's office. The late afternoon sunlight dappled the surface, and he frowned as he spotted a smudge near the edge. Was that a scratch? "Shit."
Moving quickly, he reached across it and rubbed an elbow along the mark. His soft cotton button-down thankfully removed what turned out to be a bit of finishing oil. Tristan blew out a sigh of relief. "Always going overboard." He mumbled the words as he cleaned up the excess. Tristan did have a tendency to overdo it when he was completing a special piece. "Not that that's a bad thing," he consoled himself.
"Stay right there. Don't move a muscle."
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