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“I’ve associated only with one client, Reggie, and they never complained or seemed uncomfortable. My being a psi should help the company. I can use my talents forthat.”
No answer, except a guilty glance away that anyone, even without psychic powers, could read. Even the designer diva fell into an uncomfortablesilence.
It wasn’t the potential clients. It was my company. Never had I abused my powers, but it was hard to avoid detecting that the executive director was having an affair with a mid-level manager in shipping. Or that the CFO who pinched pennies and refused to give the staff more than cost of living raises secretly drank on the company’s expenseaccount.
You’re a psi.I didn’t fit into the corporate structure, not enough to become a company spokesperson. I was different. A freak, even though they didn’t use the exactterm.
“Well then,” the diva said brightly. “I’ll need you to get started on my travel arrangements. First you can move your things into the corner cube by the bathroom. It’s really private and you’ll like it betterthere.”
Not only was I being demoted, but they were moving me into the worst area on my floor. It was little more than a closet, where no one would have to see me, hear me, or worry about me using my damn X-ray vision onthem.
For a moment I almost hated myself more than I hatedthem.
