She glanced down to see if it was from Cole or Layla. Between the two of them, they were testing the limits of her data plan. Where the hell are you??? Why aren’t you answering? My boss is a fucktard and I need to talk to you about it ASAP. Call me.  ...
It was packed tight with what looked like enough supplies for a month-long excursion. “That’s a lot of beer,” I said, counting four cases stacked up on the seat. “With so many of us, it’s not that much.” His voice was muffled as he rearranged things...
Dust particles flew into the air. Did anyone ever clean the fucking furnaces in this place? I’d been told when I started work here almost a month ago that this furnace was haunted. No matter what anyone did, it was unreliable. Apparently cleaning it hadn’t occurred to the brain trust. Ah, well. I...