Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science! A meeting?
James HATED meetings.
Mainly because he would be expected to talk and his stutter became ten times worse when he was nervous and put on the spot.
Donning a pair of bright red trousers and a chequered gingham shirt, the tall blonde man shuffled into the Conference room and quietly took a seat, glancing at the few people who had arrived already. He knew none of them. Gulp
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