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The Devil You Know
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Julian Prythe was not a man to be reckoned with. Or that was how all the rumors went, though I wasn’t one to believe the mill of old gossips over in accounting. I was just that girl who worked in the inter-campus delivery for mail and briefs. It seemed as innovatively minded as Prythe claimed to be that he couldn’t even get a proper messenger system for the college he oversaw. What, was he a conspiracy theorist who thought all the tech giants were tracking him through his smartphone?
My sister Marnie worked for the president’s office and had helped me get the interview for the mail arm of the college after I had graduated with my history degree. “No wonder you couldn’t get a job,” Marnie mumbled as she tapped at her keyboard. “Who had the grand aspirations to reach for a doctorate and become some famous archaeologist?”
“Oh, stop,” I said as I sorted through the envelopes I was ready to deliver to her. “Look, I even brought you a muffin so you didn’t have to go to cafeteria for your ten a.m. snack.”
“It better be chocolate chip,” she said, and I barked a laugh as I laid down the stack of envelopes and the paper bag with the muffin on her desk.
“At least you saw me and not Trista,” I said. “She’s in a bad mood because of the budget cuts. Says she needs more student employees.”
