Damien McEwan stands with his arms crossed, & a scowl worn as he looks past a large window that covers the majority of the south wall of his office....& peers down into Hell.
Thousands of large celing fans blow a warm breeze through the corridors & alleyways, that does nothing to circulate the hot, thick haze that hangs in the air.
From his elevated vantage point, he looks down the main thoroughfare as the patrons mill back & forth, & the employees go about their business prepairing for nightfall.
He tries to catch a glimpse of the opposite wall beyond the humid haze of heat, & simply fails.
The Green Hell is a big place...& for the sixth day in a row, he stands above it all, & feels very small...