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A Desk Job - Chapter 3, Part 3

Fingers sweaty and jittering, Fenton dialed in the number for Appearances by X. He could already feel the color in his face rising as his mother loomed over him.

All he could think was panic and fear. This wasn’t fair. If she knew what he was doing, what that weirdo wanted to do! But she was right, they needed the money. Maybe he could keep looking for work elsewhere. Land a job somewhere else in a few days.

This desperate thought gave him a little hope. But the youth still struggled to find his voice when the line was answered by a deep, familiar voice.

“Fenton? I’d hoped you’d call.” Mister Exham’s voice said lewdly, full of suggestion.

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