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Bob rubbed his temples, fighting a looming headache. He knew it was going to rear its head as soon as he stopped working. He pressed ‘submit’ on the upcoming payroll, then glanced at the clock. Four-fifteen. He was at a good stopping point and could call it a day. That was what a normal person would do. But ‘normal’ didn’t describe Bob. And the clock didn’t say five o’clock, which meant he had to keep going for another forty-five minutes. What could he do that was productive but wouldn’t suck up more time than that?
He had just decided to go over the slides he’d made for the new employee orientation that he’d be delivering the next morning, when Mayor McAllister poked her head in.
“Oh good, you’re still here,” she said with an over-the-top smile. The new mayor did that a lot.
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