Chapter 4
The desk was in place. We had a bit of a struggle at the main door, but it was a millimetre issue and it finally caved in.
Irene brought me an old office chair they had piled in a corner somewhere.
Mismatched of course, but it was my first office workspace.
Zoe sat on it.
“So, Polybios. Too many syllables. I’ll call you Poly,” she said and sucked hard to keep the smoke inside.
“I rather you didn’t…”
She ignored me and reached for a folder. “Come on, we have a case.”
“That’s… That’s awesome actually,” I said and scratched my head.
We went to the office upstairs. A big office printer in the middle of the room was spewing out documents as fast as it could produce them.
People were coming to the tray to check on the printed papers, and occasionally shrugged and picked their
