The Devil You Know
Fiction
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…