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For almost six years now, Jake Hinnicky had managed the Ohio branch of A.G.K., a business renowned for producing everything from the fuzz on tennis balls to titanium casings for weapons. It was an impress feat, given his relatively few years (32, to be precise). It was no secret that his natural charm and ability to feel at ease in almost any situation , combined with looks that made many of female higher ups take notice, had scored him the position.
Almost every night was the same. Most employees left promptly at five, the diligent staying perhaps up to twenty minutes later. Then there were only two left, he and…Well, let’s leave her name out of it, at least for now. Suffice it to say, they were both typically in the office until at least 6:30, and come that fated hour, would part ways with a smile- he returning home to his wife, she to…Well, whatever her social life was. Truth be told, Hinnicky didn’t often delve too deeply into his employees social lives.
Tonight, however, was going to be different…Tonight, there was something stirring, a hunger unrealized, and it was just now turning 6:00.
