MHA Lobby, Thursday

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Atticus was pretty sure there was a special place in at least two versions of hell for the people who designed hold music. That was the primary conclusion he'd managed to come to while waiting, and waiting, and waiting to speak with the handyman service whose number he had found tacked up at the main lobby desk. The good news was, his air conditioning was the only one that seemed to need fixing, but if he had to wait much longer to speak to anyone, he was going to choose to roast rather than fixing it. People liked a little sweat on guys, right?

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