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This small hallway on the first floor was filled with maybe half a dozen people who scurried about, reading tablets or talking with one another. All his life, Jack had said that that the air in office buildings was stale, but today it smelled sweet. Maybe that was just his cheerful disposition.
In blue jeans and a polo shirt, Jack walked along with his arms swinging, a smile on his face that he just couldn't shake. Isn't it a lovely morning, Summer? he asked. The kind that makes you expect little cartoon birds to start flying around.
His Nassai was happy.
Jack paused to lean against the wall.
Shutting his eyes, he tilted his head back and took a deep breath. The cynical part of me says I shouldn't get too comfortable, he told Summer. And chances are something will come along to ruin
