sam_mm (sam_mm) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-04-23 19:00:00 |
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Lobby to Apt 8150, Spencer, Closed.
He was tired. That was about all that made sense as Spencer droppped his suitcase in front of the doorman and somehow rustled up a tired half smile. "I'm home, if I can just make it up eight floors? How are the lifts behaving today?"
The doorman recognised Spencer of course, and picked up the case to carry it inside, "They're fine Mr Michaels, I'll call one for you."
Spencer followed him over to the lift and tried not to yawn his way across the lobby. The meetings had gone on and on and on, and in between spending time at the hospital, or lobbying members of the family to support John while just being there for his Mom had taken a large toll on his energy reserves. But it was done. The decisions were made, the changes to be announced on Monday in a press release and nationwide staff bulletins. The staff would hear first of course, John had agreed that they needed to know and soon.
Meanwhile, Spencer made his way to the eighth floor, where he managed to let himself into his apartment without any trouble only to leave the suitcase right by the door blocking it opening again. He didn't care though, he could practically feel how comfy his bed was from right there, and shedding clothes as he went he was asleep almost before he got the comforter over him and his head down on the pillow. He didn't even notice when Indigo jumped onto the bed and curled up alongside his head.