Santa Vic
The last thing city bus driver Vic Braunson wanted to see on his locker when he returned to the depot after a double shift was a Post-It with a note to stop by the boss’s office before he left for the night. It was already late—Vic’s usual shift ran from noon until eight in the evening, and with the holidays approaching, he had to pick up a second route. He’d clocked in a little after ten that morning, and didn’t drive back into the bus garage until almost midnight. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to fall out in his bed for a good twelve hours, but he had to be back into work early the next morning. He didn’t have time to stop by the boss’s office. More importantly, he didn’t want to. How many more hours could he possibly be expected to work?
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