CHRONICLE OF A LIFE FORETOLD

The Chronicles

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Thursday

In the Beginning

He knocked, though there was no need to. It was a gesture, an exercise in formality.

"I have a form. I just wanted to make sure: Is it filled out correctly?"

"You know about the shake up."

I didn't understand her.

Shake up?

"Oh yeah! I'm not sure it was of his own volition..." I said. "How long was he there?"

"Fifteen years?"

"Do you know L--? They were walking down the hall, after I quit, and G-- says he's gonna hire an assassin. L-- says, 'You'll be missed.'

"I hoped she meant by the assassin."