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The following day I sat at my desk and started as usual, a quick check on my comms to see what was boiling over. There was nothing as usual. Check on the open case status, nothing as usual. I had been imposed on the agency and it was responding by ignoring me. All the work I had to do to date had come directly from Lincoln, nothing was routed to me as a matter of course. It was beginning to bite at me. I like being busy, and in the shitpots I had actual work to do no matter how ultimately meaningless it might have been. I was hovering over a decision to go to Lincoln and express my frustration rather forcefully via a transfer request to go back to where I came from when I got a call from her.
“Agent Mansard, please come to my office.”
Using the call system was unusually formal for Lin
