Death... Plus OneMature

“You’re joking, right?” I asked. “You want to die?”

She shook her head, her hair fluttering about her head like wings. “I just want to know Andre will be all right.”

“This is highly irregular,” I said. “Anyway, I was just planning on quitting. I was going to the plant to turn in my notice and my clearance codes.”

I tried to leave, but she blocked my path. Oh sure, I could have gone right through her, but for some reason, I didn’t want to. She just stood there, watching me expectantly.

“What’s your name?”

“Grace,” she said, “Grace Robinson.”

That explained it! Jeff—or should I say Geoffrey Reed… this may work out for you after all.

“What the hell,” I smiled, “What can they do? Fire me?”

The End

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