of the cheap plastic swivel chair and stood. He placed his hand on his lower back and tried to massage the soreness that had built over the past few hours from being rooted in place, and then offered a weak smile. Part of him also liked the idea of having completed another task, of checking one more box for works completed. The office was dark, the other cubicles long since having been abandoned, the younger desk jockeys retired to their homes to suck back energy drinks and play video games online. Or so he imagined. He checked his watch and was surprised that it was only six thirty. His
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