Only One Road – chapter 3
– III – I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I managed to hang up on three people while I was trying to put them on hold, deleted one of the customer’s very important files, spilled hot coffee all over my manager, and broke my headset. Finally around five in the evening my manager asked me very carefully if I am feeling all right. He stood at the distance as if afraid that I am going to spill something else on him. “I think I’m coming down with something”, I said unwillingly. “A cold maybe…” Right. I am coming down with something, all right. But it’s not a cold. It’s a freaking plague named Dylan Mort. “Go home”, he said sympathetically. “Get some rest.” “Are you sure it’ll be all right?” I asked. “Absolutely”, he said a …