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“Hey hun, how are you?” asks Cass.

“Where have you been, Dad. Mom's worried sick, it's been almost 2 weeks now."

“I know, I have to finish this deadline before the next issue comes out. Let me talk to your mother.”

Cass hands the phone to Shelbs and I hear a scratchy voice that doesn't sound like my wife at all.

“My periods gone,” she says, “I'm sweating and shitting everywhere.”

I laugh at the latter, but I know what it is.

“Menopause babe, you'll get through it”

“I hope so. Where are you anyways? You're company has been treating us well.”

I shouldn't tell her over the phone because they'll hear me. So, I lie.

“We are team building in the Caribbeans this weekend, then back to Delaware.”

More lies for my wife.

The ring is beginning to slide off my finger. And i catch it before it hits the ground.

“I'll be home soon babe, I promise,” I say as the Cloud-phone shuts off automatically.

Roman informs me that the last step is the shareholders meeting. They will decide who and what determines the propaganda campaign for the AI Soap 3000. Since the Boss has %51 of the company, his rulings are final. He bids for a launch date next week. I can't believe my ears. I just saw two inside out zombies clobber the front door made of titanium door. Then the smoke screen and it's back to the next day. Nosferatu seems pleased since he can finally get to an understanding of the vicious work he has created. These people have no souls, except Roman, and even then, I know where he'll end up. Just like the ones in the back of the limo.

Frank doesn't bother to dress me and I've been in the same clothes since I first left the limo. The tape recorder switches and I hand to Roman.

“This is what we need, show the media”

Roman isn't stupid but he knows I've been carrying two recorders the whole time.

“And the other,” he asks.

“To save my wife and daughter.”