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Myka: Hey, I can’t believe I found you. This place is a lot bigger and
mazier than I thought it was. I think there’s an entire sublevel we haven’t
seen yet.
Leonard: Hey. Yeah, I believe that’s where they plan on keeping the
Ochivari. It’s cold and empty; no bueno for me. I’m here because I’m looking
for a place to sleep tonight.
Myka: What’s wrong with my apartment?
Leonard: Nothing. I just have to get out of your hair.
Myka: There’s plenty of space. This is exactly why I’m renting one with a
spare room. You are the latest in a long line of freepersons who have stayed
there. It’s very important to me that it be available for this reason.
Leonard: Okay, so you’re proving my point. I’ll be able to find my own place
soon. My world-appropriate new identity is taking a bit long to process, but
once it’s done, I’ll be fine. This is just to tide me over. Turn your extra
room back into a safe haven.
Myka: Leonard, you’re the one who needs the room right now. I’ve not really
been involved in the bond very much lately, because of all this. My number
two has taken over, and they’re about to vote to replace me with her. You
can’t stay here.
Leonard: Why not? Let me guess, it’s some kind of zoning issue.
Myka: No zoning issue. This is the government. They may one day expect us to
sleep here so we can be on-call 24/7. Do not encourage them to treat us that
way. If they find out you bunked here willingly, they’ll start to think that
it’s okay. Besides, it’s better for your mental health to not work where you
live. I’ve seen it time and time again in my previous job. Half of the time,
I was turning over employees because they ended up struggling with the
remote work worse than they thought they would. Some people can
compartmentalize, but I think it’s better to keep things separate. You at
least need a home office that doesn’t double as the bedroom or TV room.
Leonard: Yeah, I get that. I never used my desk at the station. I spent so
much time out in the field that someone else took it over. I didn’t mind not
having a designated space. I’m used to being on-call. A parole officer’s job
isn’t always limited to certain hours.
Myka: It’s not just about you. You would be setting a precedent for the
whole office.
Leonard: Oh. Well, I wouldn’t want that. I just...
Myka: What now? I’ve just effortlessly decimated all of your roadblocks.
Leonard: There’s one you haven’t thought of, and I’m afraid to say.
Myka: Say it anyway.
Leonard: I can’t.
Myka: You can tell me anything. I accidentally saw you naked one time.
Leonard: You did.
Myka: What was that? Nothing. Go ahead.
Leonard: *sighs* I really can’t say. But, umm...on a completely unrelated
note, since I’m an alien to your world, and its customs, what do the laws
and policies say about workplace relationships? Did the contract I signed
make them impossible, errr...?
Myka: Oh.
Leonard: It has nothing to do with you. I was just wondering. *starts
mumbling*
Myka: Right. Well, I think I’ll let Reese get back to you on that one.
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