It had been a week since Oren commanded that no one could eat, sleep, or shit and I’d made a healthy dent in my emergency stash of pain relievers. I popped two in my mouth, chased them with warm Diet Coke, and began scanning my to-do list for the day ahead. “So what do you think?” Alex asked, walking into my office and flopping down in my guest chair. The bags under his eyes reminded me I wasn’t the only one working late nights. “Of?” I slipped off my shoes and sat cross legged in my chair, thankful for the opportunity to chat. “Look under your desk.” He grinned. I eyed him curiously and peeked under. “Where did this come from?” I squealed. Alex held a finger up to his lips. “Keep it down. People aren’t used to joyful noises around here.” He stood up to close the door before explaining, “I heard Sadir is out of the office today at a closing, so I figured he wouldn’t miss his prized foot massager. You have until tomorrow morning to sneak it back in there.”
