Twenty-three

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GEORGE

"Are you actually going?" I asked incredulously. He was crazy, showing up to who-knows-what trap he's been set for.

"He doesn't negotiate," Dream replied. "If I wait, more people die. That's just how it is."

"Okay, but I'm coming? Right?" I begged him. He was planning on going with just a couple bodyguards and a gun, and even though I would pretty much be useless, I wanted to be there.

"Absolutely not," Dream replied firmly. "You're staying here with Nick, where it's safe."

"But what if yo-"

"No buts. Don't forget I'm your employer, and you have to do as I say."

That shut me up, but I still wasn't happy. I had a bad feeling, that maybe Dream would do something stupid, or walk straight into a trap.

He checked his watch, and got up from his desk. "Go work, and don't worry about me. Just don't leave the building."

I watched as he left the room, and heard the elevator ding. My stomach was turning, but he knew better than I did. I'm sure he'd be fine.

Nick was chilling in the corner of the room, sipping a coke. I wondered how much he got paid, just to laze about and watch for possibly suspicious people.

I looked down at the long list of meetings I had to plan, and sighed. No use worrying about Dream now, I guess. I had a lot of work to do.

••••••••••

It was 7:45pm. Dream's meeting should have started 15 minutes ago, and I was tapping my nail nervously on the desk. He hadn't told me when he'd be back, and I prayed that everything goes well.

Nick was in the bathroom, and I was all alone in my office. The only sound in the room was my watch clicking annoyingly. I decided to take it off, and leave it on the corner of my desk so it wouldn't drive me crazy.

A knock sounded at the door. "George?"

I frowned, it was a voice I didn't recognize. A soft British accent, but deep and smooth. "Yes?"

"It's your technician, there's a bug in the system. Can I come in and fix it?"

"Okay, the door's unlocked," I told him, and the door swung open. In walked a tall brunette man in a white dress shirt, with round glasses on the bridge of his nose. He carried a small bag, and I figured he was probably sent by the secretary downstairs.

"I'll just check the box behind you...."

I ignored him, scribbling down yet another meeting for Dream next week. What a pain....

I jumped a little as I felt a small prick on my forearm. "What the..."

My mind didn't register the needle in his hand, until my vision went dark.

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