It felt like a long weekend. Hours spent ruminating on every why, who and how of whatever it was that she’d agreed to. What was it all about? What was a day in the life of that office? What would working there actually be like? Would they let her leave a bit early on Friday … Continue reading Plato’s Race II
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Plato’s Race I
The message hadn’t made the slightest bit of sense. And yet it seemed genuine. It had come from a genuine domain, the address it told her to go to was genuine, it was void of typos and poor grammar. At least, as void as you’d expect for a message from the office of an MP. … Continue reading Plato’s Race I

