Victor was hiding a yawn behind his fist when Talmadge came into his office. His eyes were burning from lack of sleep.
She was a short girl with a neat gown and the sloppiest braid in Septa. She looked around the room, terror written on her face.
“Sorry,” Victor said as he stood to greet her. “I haven’t gotten an hour sleep at a time in a few days now. Our nurse tells me that’s common, with infants. Have a seat.”
She looked at the chair he’d indicated, a heavy wooden one with a cushioned seat, as though it must surely be a trick. Finally, though, she sat.
“Do you like the new office?” Victor asked as he took his seat behind the desk. It was…
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