Dane
After Chris left, Dane stared at the door for a while, but there was nothing he could do. Rolling his head to try and loosen the knotted muscles in his neck, he made some changes to the driver assigned shifts in the system. Then he checked the logs that he'd made notes about and sent to John. They hadn't been changed. He sighed with relief.
He spent a few minutes looking at the city out of the window, before realizing he was just delaying the inevitable and there really wasn't a point. None of this was going to change, or get easier. So he took one look around the office, then picked up his briefcase and threw his jacket over his arm and walked out, closing the door softly behind him, checking that it locked firmly.
