Transmorgrification

Ben dropped his phone almost losing his balance completely. The speaker on his phone obliviously continued to talk. He was at his work desk that Monday morning and had been looking over the catalogue of newly recruited models.

He bent down to pick up his phone from the table where it fell. The timer was still reading when he ended the call putting the phone on airplane mode. He knew it was not wise to do so, but he needed to clear his head while he digested the news that had just been broken to him.

He looked at the time on his smart watch which read 11:40. He sank into his chair and held his hands over his head a thought raced across. He looked at his drawer and shook his head refusing to succumb to his desires.

But then he remembered the conversation and chose to ignored logicality by reaching into his desk drawer and unearthing a bottle of Brandy and a wine glass. He filled his cup and drank the content without a single break.