Shady

Sadie wanted to know, too. “Yeah. And how many participants does each one have?”

“And Emily is also your caseworker?” Sadie asked. It was too early to remember details.

Sadie furrowed her brow. “Threats of physical violence weren’t mentioned in the brochure.” Not that there was a brochure. But still.

“Getting removed.”

Sadie looked at him suspiciously. “What does that mean?”

“… and they’re all here at once? Why does it change daily?”

“What!” Sadie stared at him incredulously.

Sadie, however, was intrigued. “How many people are here?”

She shook her head.

Sadie went back to sipping her coffee in disgruntled silence.

“Hm… and do you feel like that’s how it’s working out?”

“…what made you want to join?”

“How so?”

“Mm…” she glanced between the two of them. “…it feels like they’re doing their best to make this as disorienting as possible. But I’m still making bank, so there’s that.”

“…nice to meet you,” Sadie allowed, shaking his hand though she continued to watch him suspiciously for even the slightest hint of what was probably wrong with him if he ...