Jack Conway

Jack was in his office resting a little because his deteriorating body made it more difficult for him to get through the day easily, his knees hurt and it was clear that his energy was not the same, he felt older and he did not like that, he was already 55, he had served for years and the idea that little by little age was turning him into a "Useless" one weighed on him

Those thoughts vanished like the smoke from his cigarette as soon as he heard a knock on the door

• "Forward."

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