Chapter Sixteen
The suit and tie made Reggie feel like he was dying. Not in the immediate sense. It made him feel old. And trapped. He looked like the manager of a cubicle farm, popping his head over cubicle walls to request reports.
But it was just a show. He was pretending. He just needed to embrace his inner Roland. He let this reminder run through his head. That he was playing a part. When the job was over, he’d return to his ship, his own business, his life that he’d built for himself. He wouldn’t be stuck in a cubicle. He wouldn’t need to make small talk about the weather. When asked how he was doing, he would never have to reply, “Well, it’s another Monday,” with a shrug of his shoulders.
He would still be free.
For now, he would play the part. And he would enjoy it, dipping his
