Brian let Tristan help him up. “Pale ale or hefeweizen?”
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An entire week of beginning to wind up projects he was involved in with Holtsclaw (x & y) made Brian wish he had given a standard two weeks’ notice. An email notification popped up on his phone, where it lay on the desk. He opened it. It was from the Administration for Children’s Services aka the agency that ran the Foster Care program. It congratulated him on the completion of his criminal background check and indicated the next step involved a medical clearance. A form was attached. It was to be completed and returned.
Okay, one inch forward at a time. He’d find out tonight if Tristan had gotten a similar message. Thank God, it was Friday. He gathered up a couple of the reference books from his desk. Taking home the cont
