A man named Will sits in a well-lit room, toiling away at busywork on a thursday night.
If I have to file one more paper stack the last minute of my shift... I'd probably just do it and move on with complaining on my blog. The man looks drained, but keeps his smile up. At the very least, he's learned to put on a damn near convincing smile. It's even real when he isn't at work.
But hey, this really does help people right? For eight years of school I hope so... I guess, some folks just can't be bothered? The man picks up his paper the next morning, eager to forget about his responsibilities for at least a moment.
The most vapid crap gets front page... They wanna put President John Eden on the $20 bill?...
And more deaths. "Murders"... How does someone kill with a heart attack out of no-where? Doesn't make sense.
William takes a long hard look at the rays of the rising sun. Suddenly, a feeling washes over him. Maybe he feels worried? Maybe, but it's starting to seem like there might be a better way to put his legal and people knowledge to work.
