Status Updates From Break Room

"Earlier, during our meeting in the office downstairs, I’d noticed him checking his own reflection on his phone every few minutes. I’d also spotted an unfortunate smudge of hair wax behind his right ear. For a moment, I considered being friendly and asking for at least his nickname, but then decided against it. After all, what was the point of getting to know anyone when any of us could walk away at any point?"

"If the mole was equivalent to the mafia in that game, I was confident I had a chance of winning. Back then, I’d had an uncanny ability, in that brief moment when everyone had their heads down and then simultaneously looked up, to catch the fleeting, mysterious thrills that flickered across the faces of the people who had been assigned the roles of mafia. It was the look of someone who knew they had the [...] power"

love it already