It had been her time, after all.
But Greg didn’t want to cut any more parachute cords—and he didn’t want to shove a girl into oncoming traffic either.
All he’d ever wanted to be was a reaper. He wanted to be good at his job. He wanted to help humans in their darkest moments, when there wasn’t anyone else who could help.
Not this. Never this.
Greg stared at his clipboard. Morrith’s messages were still waiting for him.
He needed a different task. Something to distract him. Anything that wasn’t the slowly mounting evidence that he was very bad at his job.
Dustin.
His failure, yes, but also the most distracting creature Greg had ever met.
And maybe if Greg could talk to Dustin, he could convince him to stop interfering.
Okay, maybe that was unlikely, given the conversation they’d justhad, but still…
Greg licked his lips, thinking of the dinner he’d had with Dustin before things escalated.
The memory surfaced unbidden, of the diner and the sticky table. Of Dustin wiping ketchup off Greg's face with a napkin.
I'll find money. Before next time.
Next time.
Greg had promised to pay. And he’d promised a next time.
Promises mattered. Greg kept his promises. He would find money and then he would approach Dustin again.
He released a breath.
This was a task. A concrete, achievable task.
Now he just needed to figure out how humans acquired money.
Fifteen minutes later, Greg had made his way to the Boulder Public Library, where he got access to a computer.
He sat down, ready to start his research.
The computer wanted a password.
Greg didn't have a password.
He stared at the screen for a long moment. Then he noticed a small sign taped to the monitor: GUEST ACCESS: Click “Guest” and accept terms of use.
Greg clicked “Guest” and a wall of text appeared. Terms of use.
How interesting.
Naturally, Greg leaned forward and read the entire document, learning very important things about acceptable use policies, prohibited content, privacy disclaimers, liability limitations, and the library's right to terminate access for violations.
Greg nodded. This seemed sensible. At the end of the document, he clicked “Accept” and was granted access.
Now. Money.
Greg opened the search engine and typed:how to make money fast
