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Orientation 0, Mallory 1
I got in the passenger seat of my Grand Cherokee. I wasn’t sure why we were in my car, other than I’d offered. Although I supposed Gladys had technically been my client. But not anymore.
“What’s the grin for?” Alex asked.
“Just happy to share the Gladys burden. She’s exhausting.”
“Isn’t she your first client? Your only client?”
I gave him my mean, squinty look—which appeared to have no impact. “That doesn’t mean she’s any less difficult.”
“Just saying, without some comparisons… Never mind.”
From the route we were taking, I guessed we were headed to the Society’s headquarters. “Are we off to have a chat with Cornelius?”
“You’re going back to orientation. I’m going to discreetly inquire as to Dyson’s schedule for the day. Someone will notice his absence; h
