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“A stationary event?”
“Problem with that little man?”
“Yeah!” Vince leaned back from reading over his boyfriend’s shoulder. “It’ll just be you and ten other melodramatic calculators sitting around sniffing pencil lead.”
“Hey now, Vince I know you’re not a bonafide paperclipper like me, but you don’t have to come.”
Vince laughs, “Wasn’t planning on it.”
He kisses his cheek and stands up to go get a drink.
Vince made a mental note of the date of the pencil thingy. Hosted at Reynholm Industries, the other side of London.
Why did that name sound so familiar?