Defying Conventions

Fiction

Tania breezed into Nick’s office less than a minute after he texted.

Nick pointed at a chair before speaking, not his MO.

Tania’s stress meter ticked up.

As she settled in Nick folded his hands on his desk.

So unlike him, Tania thought. Nick was usually flicking small-batch root beer caps into a miniature disc golf basket, or playing a retro handheld  LED f…

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