Write about an overheard remark or secret that you were not supposed to have heard.
Holden's got a secret. Eve did, too. So did Lilah, and Hamilton (that big lug), and Lindsey, and Harmony, and Gavin and Brent Newsom in the mailroom. Actually, Brent's secret was pretty funny. See...
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Anyway. Tucker (not to get too Stu-ish on you) was "gifted" with this whole "mind reading" thing (for lack of a better word) when he was taken on as conduit to the Senior Partners. He already had some skills at translation and communication-not that he earned them or anything-but this was a power-up of a whole new kind. It sounded very diabolical and post-modern. Instead, it was horrible.
Tucker realized pretty quickly that he hated it. He didn't actually want to hear what people thought. People, in his mind, are not fascinating creatures, full of stories that need unlocking and sentiments worth sharing. People are sheep in wolves' clothing. They are duplicitous and cruel and venal on the outside, and weak and pathetic and insecure on the inside. And who wants to listen to that, unfiltered by bravado or cultural norms?
Not him. But now it was part of his job. To sneak into other peoples' mental equivalent of their panty drawers and snoop around. Reconning for the Senior Partners. Sometimes, plant suggestions for the Partners, which Tucker considered ret-conning. Evaluate secrets. Figure out how much he actually needs to know, how much the Partners need someone to know, and how to make sure the Partners keep the upper hand.
Meaning: Tucker is middle management. With an exceptional talent for learning the shit about you that you try to hide the deepest.
Or, at least, he was.
He used to be someone who had secrets. Tons of them, about beasts and sex and money and murder and shit-talking. Some of them he kept, some of them he traded, and some of them he forgot about before he could retell them. Now, he had nothing. The Senior Partners could get into his head at any time, for any reason, and with no notice. As luck has it, they didn't seem to have much in the way of interest in his mind, or his secrets.
Even if he knew that
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He spends the weekend wondering what a demotion would be like. And if he could give back the whole mind-reading "privilege." Tucker misses something being a secret. Everything being a secret. Anything being a secret.