some people thought bill smith was a bad person.
other people thought he was a good person.
most people did no know him at all, and had no opinion about him.
bill had a job as a 4th class eligibility technician at the personnel department of the great western education entertainment and information company.
in his spare time, he was a sailor of the seven seas with an insatiable lust for vengeance against all who had wronged him in his past lives.
he had been at his current job for fourteen years, and had a perfect attendance record, but had not been promoted to third class eligibility technician.
bill was a creature of habit. his habitualness was reinforced by the terms of his employment at the personnel department of the great western education entertainment and information company, as he was required to process exactly eight units a day, and he always did.
he could have processed more than eight units a day if he chose, but he did not choose.
this was one reason among many that he had not been promoted to third class eligibility technician.
bill was annoyed by detective constantine’s suggestion that he, constantine, visit bill at great western education’s office during office hours at it would disrupt his schedule of exactly eight units a day.
at the same tie he did want constantine, or any other policeperson visiting him at his home.
you can come over to my workplace, he told constantine, but i would prefer that you come after four o’clock, if that is conveenient for you.
that sounds like a plan, mister smith. i or one of my colleagues, will see you then.
i assume you know where i work?
of course
bill clicked off his phone. he returned his attention tohis fifth unit of the day, a young man named ali underwood 345.
now, where we ?
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