Michael was unravelingfurther and further with every passing day. He was miserable, stuck, and no longer held a care in the world. For all of his life, he lived with no control or constant, so, the things he could control, he took seriously. Strangely serious, even.
Michael loved the ability of knowing, knowledge. It made him feel capable, like he could answer anyone and everyone's questions. If there was something he didn't know, well, it sure didn't stay that way for long.
Being at the cooperative helped him to some degree, being able to shout orders and having control. It made him feel important, even if he only pretended to be.
But, there was one worker bee that he had yet to see, had yet to know this person under his control. He hated that, and it made him uncomfortable to the point of breathing.
But, he had absolutely no idea what he was getting himself into when investigating Josephine.
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