Chapter 8
Billy sat at his temporary desk, in his temporary chair, in the rented office space where he was about to no longer work. He’d been there since five that morning.
Since about an hour after he’d gotten the phone call that finally ended the slow-moving disaster.
All his former friends crowded around him now, holding up their phones with Fiona’s holo-app activated in all its glory. A floating and rotating newsfeed hovered just above their hands. Even now, Billy couldn’t help noticing how fantastic the text looked, crisp and clear even as the colors changed every few seconds.
They all had every right to be damn proud of what they’d accomplished.
The newsfeed itself worked flawlessly, too.
All eight of them had woken to notice of the Big Hollywood Studio movie deal announced tha
