What Do Hipster Accountants And Busy Lift Wells Have In Common?
Day 120 of The Andie Chronicles
The wind tearing past my ears couldn’t compare to the downpour about to trap me between the train station and the offices at 101 Collins.
I walked to Camberwell station and departed at Parliament, the convenience of the commute I couldn’t deny.
One thing James had got right about Douglas’ business; location.
And as much as James said the chauffeured car co…