Chapter 5
We were in Mr. Epiktitos’ office.
He was looking over the case file Zoe was requesting to open. She had presented the printed papers as if they were precious artifacts. We had waited little under an hour for them to go through the queue.
We were just sitting there, Zoe smoking, me looking around the memorabilia.
Mr. Epiktitos was slowly reading the case, with occasional grunts and rubbings of the chin.
It was otherwise quiet. Quiet enough to hear the beeps and the pings of Zoe’s game, the one she was playing on her phone. It had something to do with candy, and it seemed to me that it was designed by drug dealers who turned their efforts to mobile gaming.
I was way uncomfortable. In a moment of courage, I slowly reached to get a medical magazine on the boss’ desk.
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