The Dead Slam: A Tale Of Benevolent Assasination - Plot & Excerpts
The space intended for thousands was now populated by a mere handful and evoked a sense of well-being, which tempered the unrelenting stress of working at a company hemorrhaging money. And this morning the staff, all nicely dressed women possessed of natural but doddering beauty, seemed to be holding a riot in Thomka’s office. Their outrage involved stolen mobiles — the industry term for any kind of computer not nailed to a desk. Thomka looked to Murthy for a rescue. Murthy said with some surprise, “Whoa. Ah, hey?” All the rancor in the room shifted to Murthy. The slender woman standing right in front of Murthy barked, before the rest closed in, “There’s no way all of those robberies were random.” The most senior woman nudged her aside. “Twenty-eight thousand mobiles, latest models in every size and configuration disappeared — this month! Last month, thirty-one thousand. Same thing.”
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