Hassan felt the crisp envelope beneath his rough fingertips. It was beige, the color only a sociopath would love. Its silver emblem branded the crested eagle of the United States.
He reached for the pocket knife sitting in his old wooden desk, blanketed in a layer of dust and paper.
It fell to the floor with a loud clang.
The sound of metal mixed with the instrumental of the wood tiles.
Hassan flinched.
He could feel the eyes of his coworkers scorch his skin. Judging his every move.
They didn't talk to him much for reasons he never understood.
It's not like he wanted to talk to people who abused him for years, throwing insults like they were flies.
Things were once different. He knew that he could change them and he didn't want to. He couldn't risk ruining the one real friendship he had, with his boss George.
His sole reason for not quitting in the first place.
Why he had endured years of silent pain and suffering.
George had promised him a secret. One of the most valuable necessities in these times, information.
Information not even the government knew...
The secret to saving on auto insurance.
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Nancy Pelosi x Hassan
RomanceMost people consider Hassan to be a professional and reasonable man. Hassan knows this but it still doesn't change the consistent emptiness he feels. It's like a void eating him alive, pushing him to his limits. Hassan is on the verge of breaking un...
