“Sir, I’m not rich. You must be thinking I’m somebody else you know about, right?”
“Sure! Are you Craig Stevens?” The restaurant owner joked. He was already laughing when Hansen responded.
“Not at all,” Hansen said and laughed a little. “A bank robber? No, I can’t be. I’m a law-abiding citizen of the United States. I need the job.”
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“You’re sure you want to do it?”
“It’s my job, Sir.”
“You have it then. Come on! Get your a*s over here. Let me take you to one of my chefs.
He will show you how to go about your job once you come in, okay? As for the paperwork? Let that wait till tomorrow.”
“Great!”
Hansen immersed himself in his job and was very happy to be just barely getting by. All his big ambitions had died by now. No trace of Illumination was anywhere in his thoughts anymore.
