Trooper Station, Tuesday
Being essentially home alone should've been a relief. No stupid phone calls. Well, less stupid phone calls. No boss hanging over Tamsin's head. Even Ralph and the boys seemed to have calmed down considerably.
But nope.
Tamsin, clad in a smart black suit, slumped back in her seat. She had a pen in her hands she'd long since taken apart. "Why did I take this job?" she muttered. "I'd be more useful working in an old folks' home."
She threw the pointy part of the pen. It embedded itself in the bullseye of the dart board.
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But nope.
Tamsin, clad in a smart black suit, slumped back in her seat. She had a pen in her hands she'd long since taken apart. "Why did I take this job?" she muttered. "I'd be more useful working in an old folks' home."
She threw the pointy part of the pen. It embedded itself in the bullseye of the dart board.
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