Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do till you require.
-William Shakespeare, Sonnet 57
Mike’s thought his eyes were bleedingThey roamed over the desk in front of him. Empty and half-drunk cans of lukewarm Red Bull were strewn over its
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