“He’s marinating” the man said, not looking away from his computer. He was reading over my resume in an open, empty room. “Besides, I don’t think waking him would do any good.” He smiled to himself.
By William Lawrence10 months ago in Fiction
Inigo Arista was raised below one of the many Basque mountains, Mount Aizkorri. His family owned the side of a foothill, between the mountain and its valley that reached out deeper into the country.