The job
How was your Malaysian holiday son?…Did you get to shoot a nog?
John smiled awkwardly and tried to fit back into the government world he had left 2 years prior. To work under this guy who was previously his subordinate. This guy who now had the corner office and a gut from business lunches. This guy or that guy, it didn't matter…they were a faceless, spineless bunch.
What did they think he had been doing all this time? Boy scouts? He looked at the casual way they were dressed. Scuffed shoes, messy hair and crushed jackets. No pride. No self-discipline. No idea. It frustrated him. Made him angry. But he needed a job. The Catholic prick got the one he wanted. s**t went on behind closed doors with secret handshakes, he was sure.
The Freemasons? he wondered. Maybe he
