Not a Promise but Better Than Nothing

Crown Resort Group

Damien returned to his office after a meeting. He cracked his neck as he walked to his desk, unbuttoning his coat and then hanging it on a rack. There were several papers and envelopes neatly filed in the middle of his desk, all addressed to him. The first six envelopes were event invitations, the seventh was a high school reunion invitation, and the papers below them were documents he needed to review and sign.