The Headquarters of Binge ’n Purge Realty
Nate and Mrs. Woods arrived in front of a a modest storefront, with a few yellowed pictures of property in the windows.
“Is this the right place?” Mrs. Woods asked, surprised.
Nate looked at a worn piece of paper. “1717 Avarice Ave. This is it.”
They looked at the dilapidated building with confusion. “How much one of those Transmitter things cost?” Mrs. Woods asked.
“Quentin said around two hundred million and change,” Nate said.
“For this?” Mrs. Woods asked incredulously.
A dingy office
Behind a desk, a blonde with acne, chewed gum while watching a portable TV. Mrs. Woods rapped on the desk to get her attention.
“Yeah?” asked the blonde, between chews.
...

Please subscribe to keep reading.