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This was a familiar pattern for Jack Culverhouse. Just when he thought life couldn’t f**k him over any more, it went and found a way. Work had been his only constant in life. Everything else had chopped and changed and provided him with far too much drama, but work had always been there. Sure, it was far from being a consistent job in terms of what he’d have to deal with every day, but at least he knew where he stood.
In his personal life, things were far from secure. Ever since Helen had upped and left, citing his obsession with work as her reason, he’d become even more driven by the job. After all, it was the only thing he could rely on. Now, though, even that had been taken from him. If it had been purely his own stupid fault, he could at least come to terms with that eventually. B
