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didn t finish. Religion, old, new or otherwise didn t work in this
building. There isn t much chance of that at all, I said, instead.
Then my herd gets culled, Gwen said. And that would
sadden me.
Both were true statements. I felt it inside my chest. The work-
around needs a work-around, I told her.
You re more than welcome to come up with one, Gwen said,
but then made a show of checking her watch. Would you like the
time you have to left in days, hours, or minutes?
Point made, I said.
It had better be, Gwen said. For your sake, Cypher. I believe
your Mr. Gunnar has just arrived. Let him clear the backlog of
work he has on his desk before you drag him off again.
I didn t think he had actual job duties, I said.
She shrugged. You know what they say about overachievers.
Always looking for something to do. Try not to get that one killed,
either, Cy. I would miss you both.
But you d replace us in a heartbeat, I said, intending the
words to cut. Gwen didn t bleed.
She didn t even blink. I already have.
I made it to the door, stepping carefully over the broken glass,
and turned back. Is Baxter s sex demon in the brothel?
He had been. As far as I know, he s still there. People don t go
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to sex demon brothels to bring the sex demons cupcakes.
I had worked for Gwen for the past ten years. She hadn t
changed. Not even her hairstyle, which still remained in fashion.
But the beautiful woman exterior acted as a façade for what lurked
under her skin. She had so much old power and secret knowledge
it sometimes hurt to look at her. I wanted to be you, I said.
That s what made me take this job.
You can t be me. Cypher, you can t ever be like me. You are
far too human.
And suddenly, I didn t feel that as bad thing at all. If I don t
die by the end of the week, we need to renegotiate my contract.
She had already gone back to the paperwork on her desk. And
if you do die, all the confidentiality clauses that you have signed
remain in effect. FYI.
I closed the door behind me. We didn t have an open door
policy.
Patrick worked on the third floor. Gwen stashed all the human
crew who were replaceable, and yet still necessary, there. She
embraced the paperless office and waited for the day a people-less
office worked, too.
The people here seem to know it. They all had cubes or
cubicles, whatever the hamster cages were called now but none
of them had a single personalized object among any of them.
People here just up and quit.
Patrick s desk, on the other hand, had a plant on it. One of the
hardy types with the spikes and scarlet flowers blooming on the
edges. He actually had a photograph Mom, a guy not his father,
and another dog. The old man looked much younger than the man I
met last night, and the dog seemed far more alert, and happier than
the basset Winston. I began to suspect I fucked a dog person.
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Oh, shit.
Patrick saw me and smiled, but that died when he took in my
expression. What s wrong?
I m trying to get past near irreconcilable differences.
Patrick frowned. Our near irreconcilable differences? he
asked cautiously.
Yes. Dogs. Not going to work for me.
Patrick looked crestfallen. No dogs? Are you sure? Maybe
you just haven t met the right dog.
And maybe you just haven t met the right cock to go up your
ass.
Patrick stood up. You can t compare dogs to anal sex.
And yet, I just did.
That s just& Patrick closed his mouth. Not fair.
I wondered what he almost said instead. I changed the subject
instead. We can t just break in, guns blazing.
He exhaled, sharply. Good. I don t own a gun. How else are
you going to get in?
With you.
And how am I going to get in? Patrick asked.
I just smiled.
Patrick didn t buy it. No, really. How am I going to get in?
What, you want me to tell you here, right now?
Patrick nodded.
I shook my head. The boy had no sense of drama. You re
going to get us in. You re far stronger than I am, when it comes
to& I made a hand gesture that tried to encompass his father s
blood. Not as easy as it sounds, let me tell you.
Me? Patrick demanded, Oh, no. If the guy in charge before
at the commercial shoot is still the one in charge, believe me, I
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may have what he wants, but you re the one he s looking for.
What s that supposed to mean? I asked, suddenly cautious.
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CHAPTER 10
Patrick, despite being awfully skinny, would still look damn
fine in a pair of tight jeans. I looked like an idiot in them. He
wasn t the one having trouble breathing.
So tell me, Patrick said. How is no dogs a deal breaker but
trying to use your sex partner as bait perfectly acceptable? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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didn t finish. Religion, old, new or otherwise didn t work in this
building. There isn t much chance of that at all, I said, instead.
Then my herd gets culled, Gwen said. And that would
sadden me.
Both were true statements. I felt it inside my chest. The work-
around needs a work-around, I told her.
You re more than welcome to come up with one, Gwen said,
but then made a show of checking her watch. Would you like the
time you have to left in days, hours, or minutes?
Point made, I said.
It had better be, Gwen said. For your sake, Cypher. I believe
your Mr. Gunnar has just arrived. Let him clear the backlog of
work he has on his desk before you drag him off again.
I didn t think he had actual job duties, I said.
She shrugged. You know what they say about overachievers.
Always looking for something to do. Try not to get that one killed,
either, Cy. I would miss you both.
But you d replace us in a heartbeat, I said, intending the
words to cut. Gwen didn t bleed.
She didn t even blink. I already have.
I made it to the door, stepping carefully over the broken glass,
and turned back. Is Baxter s sex demon in the brothel?
He had been. As far as I know, he s still there. People don t go
85
CY GETS A SEX DEMON
to sex demon brothels to bring the sex demons cupcakes.
I had worked for Gwen for the past ten years. She hadn t
changed. Not even her hairstyle, which still remained in fashion.
But the beautiful woman exterior acted as a façade for what lurked
under her skin. She had so much old power and secret knowledge
it sometimes hurt to look at her. I wanted to be you, I said.
That s what made me take this job.
You can t be me. Cypher, you can t ever be like me. You are
far too human.
And suddenly, I didn t feel that as bad thing at all. If I don t
die by the end of the week, we need to renegotiate my contract.
She had already gone back to the paperwork on her desk. And
if you do die, all the confidentiality clauses that you have signed
remain in effect. FYI.
I closed the door behind me. We didn t have an open door
policy.
Patrick worked on the third floor. Gwen stashed all the human
crew who were replaceable, and yet still necessary, there. She
embraced the paperless office and waited for the day a people-less
office worked, too.
The people here seem to know it. They all had cubes or
cubicles, whatever the hamster cages were called now but none
of them had a single personalized object among any of them.
People here just up and quit.
Patrick s desk, on the other hand, had a plant on it. One of the
hardy types with the spikes and scarlet flowers blooming on the
edges. He actually had a photograph Mom, a guy not his father,
and another dog. The old man looked much younger than the man I
met last night, and the dog seemed far more alert, and happier than
the basset Winston. I began to suspect I fucked a dog person.
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CY GETS A SEX DEMON
Oh, shit.
Patrick saw me and smiled, but that died when he took in my
expression. What s wrong?
I m trying to get past near irreconcilable differences.
Patrick frowned. Our near irreconcilable differences? he
asked cautiously.
Yes. Dogs. Not going to work for me.
Patrick looked crestfallen. No dogs? Are you sure? Maybe
you just haven t met the right dog.
And maybe you just haven t met the right cock to go up your
ass.
Patrick stood up. You can t compare dogs to anal sex.
And yet, I just did.
That s just& Patrick closed his mouth. Not fair.
I wondered what he almost said instead. I changed the subject
instead. We can t just break in, guns blazing.
He exhaled, sharply. Good. I don t own a gun. How else are
you going to get in?
With you.
And how am I going to get in? Patrick asked.
I just smiled.
Patrick didn t buy it. No, really. How am I going to get in?
What, you want me to tell you here, right now?
Patrick nodded.
I shook my head. The boy had no sense of drama. You re
going to get us in. You re far stronger than I am, when it comes
to& I made a hand gesture that tried to encompass his father s
blood. Not as easy as it sounds, let me tell you.
Me? Patrick demanded, Oh, no. If the guy in charge before
at the commercial shoot is still the one in charge, believe me, I
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CY GETS A SEX DEMON
may have what he wants, but you re the one he s looking for.
What s that supposed to mean? I asked, suddenly cautious.
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CY GETS A SEX DEMON
CHAPTER 10
Patrick, despite being awfully skinny, would still look damn
fine in a pair of tight jeans. I looked like an idiot in them. He
wasn t the one having trouble breathing.
So tell me, Patrick said. How is no dogs a deal breaker but
trying to use your sex partner as bait perfectly acceptable? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]