Bringing Srey Home, Part One
A young man named Eric visits a spa and gets far more than a massage. In the bustling office of Downtown Incorporated, Eric Welles sat hunched over his desk, his fingers dancing a frantic tango across the keyboard. The room buzzed with the murmur of colleagues and the rhythmic tap of shoes on linoleum. At 25, Eric was ambitious and driven, his eyes fixed on the gleaming prize of upper management. His muscles ached from the tension of endless meetings and deadlines, and the glow of his compu...
