Chapter 4
As the two boy geniuses sat in the bull pen trying to talk, Erik slowly shuffled along, bumping his broom against the furniture and emptying waste paper baskets. Finally, Greg’s patience reached its end.
“Hey, dummy! We’re tryin’ to talk here, okay? What in hell does it take to get you to move, anyway? You should have had this area cleaned up hours ago!”
Wade looked at Greg and snickered. “You might as well give it up, Greg. He doesn’t understand.”
“For two cents, I’d fire his ass, but Bran won’t let me.”
“Why?”
“It’s the money. Because of his mental problem, we can get the bastard for a lot less, so the station doesn’t want to lose him.” He looked over at Erik. “Jeez, he’s so dumb, I don’t even know how he gets home at night.”
“I guess God watches over babies and stupes l
