Book 1, Chapter 17

Ean’s “office” was in the break room. It consisted of a stool, a counter with a sink and coffee machine, a trolley cart for delivering his coworkers’ mail and coffee, and a motivational poster that consisted of two words in large, block letters: “WORK, PEON.”

E sat down on his stool and sighed. “Okay,” he snapped. “So my job isn’t all that impressive, either.” He snorted. “You’re probably wondering how I can even afford an apartment on the wages of a ‘coffee boy.’”

He shrugged. “Well, it could be that my apartment is so cheap because it’s reputedly haunted, and the last three tenants all disappeared mysteriously. Or it could be that it’s cheap because nothing in the damn place works. The refrigerator is pretty good evidence for either one of those.”

Ean chuckled and started a pot brewing. “But the truth is simpler than that. I just earn more than you’d expect: The software development industry runs on coffee.”

Et Alia, Book 1: Aliens, Ninjas, Demons and Pie

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