Paul blinked again. Geoff cocked his head to one side. A moment peeled itself like onion skin and passed.
“I think you’re going to have to work through lunch today, Paul.”
Zip. Zap. Zorbit. Neurons were in spasm directly behind Paul’s right eye. He started walking towards Floor 23’s portal. “I’m sorry Geoff,” he started to say as fast as he could, “But I really need to get to my desk. I’ve been late a lot recently, you know…”
"Omnitrex Tech" is now "We Make the World". Perhaps one day we'll learn why.
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“You’ll be wanting to know who I am, I expect,” she said, exhaling after a long pull from the brown cylinder.
“Yes, I would–”
“But I’m not going to tell you. Not yet.”