I whined to Brandon. We were sitting in his office. This time I was dressed and ready for my shift tonight. He was dressed in his usual jeans and a tee along with comfy flip flops. His t-shirt read, “It's Called Karma and it’s Pronounced Ha-Ha Fuck You." “I’ve never met the guy, my boss recommended him.” He shrugged as if any actions from that point on were someone else’s issue. Typical middle management, even in the afterlife. “He knows I’m lying,” I huffed. “Lie better,” he retorted. “Easy for you to say. This shit doesn’t come naturally.” “I think you would be surprised, Cassie. They don’t post souls to this position unless they are qualified. And one of those qualifications is usually a knack for bending the truth.” “I was a pathological liar or something, is that how I built up all the bad energy? I was a cop, I found out that much.
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