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The Right to Be Forgotten: Eighty-Three

I offer every kind of bribe my narrow mind can conjure, but E blocks them all. Once I get Cal to sit and drink, I know I’ve bought time. 626 more words

The Right to Be Forgotten: Eighty-Two

“Ms. Lancaster requests you follow me to her suite.” The concierge is not impolite exactly. Perhaps he feels as perturbed as I.

Cal and I follow him to a service elevator. 537 more words

The Right to Be Forgotten: Eighty-One

“Evelyn came here today. She told Stipple her expectations. He didn’t take it so well and he’s been drinking most of the day.” Cal appears genuinely concerned. 490 more words

The Right to Be Forgotten: Eighty

I am assigned to meeting duty. Whenever the Senator has a meeting on our bill, I am the one in his ear, listening and researching and whispering. 507 more words

The Right to Be Forgotten: Seventy-Nine

Alarms ring early, too early. My eyes matted shut, I stumble blindly toward the noise. No sooner do I flop onto the bed than Stipple bounds into the room and onto the bed. 596 more words

The Right to Be Forgotten: Seventy-Eight

E doesn’t enter the warehouse, but the mood within is electric.

“Congratulations!” Stipple yells. He’s drinking.

“Thanks!” I yell back. The music beats on the metal walls. 436 more words

The Right to Be Forgotten: Seventy-Seven

I am genuinely speechless.

“Your car,” Victoriana says, returning to her usual briskness.

Then I am in the car and she is out of sight. E sits across from me, utterly unknowable. 643 more words