ALEX WAITS TO TALK to Victor until shooting is done for the day. And then he waits longer. He has no urge to go home, and it feels right to do this when no one else is around to witness it.
He doesn’t bother to knock on Victor’s door, just leans into the office.
“Victor,” he says.
“Yes?” The other man looks up from his desk.
“I need to talk to you.”
Victor waves him into the room. Alex drops into the chair on the other side of the desk without further invitation.
On some level it’s bizarre to sit across from Victor in this same office, in the exact same chair, where his whole new life began. Except that now, unlike then, he understands his job and is sure of what comes next.
“I’m out,” he says.
“Really,” Victor drawls.
“Yes. Don’t act like you’re surprised.”
“Surprised, no. Curio
