"Only on idiots, morons, and middle-management." A corner of his mouth twisted into a grin. Well, it worked on most of the Boston office of GEE, too, but they knew it was bullshit. It was just a highly-advanced form of code.
"No, seriously. If, hypothetically, someone were to put up a notice advertising a little get-together after lights-out, the staff wouldn't feel it was their ethical duty to confiscate the supplies, would they?" He turned the notebook around. Most of the half-written note was in small handwriting, illegible at that distance unless Badou was hiding telescopic lenses in his head.
Which, around here, might not be a safe assumption.
But to the ordinary person, four letters would stand out. Four letters spelling BEER, spaced unevenly across the top of the sheet. It looked like a tacky frat-party flyer, the kind that got tacked to telephone poles and dormitory windows like parking tickets at the end of the month.
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"No, seriously. If, hypothetically, someone were to put up a notice advertising a little get-together after lights-out, the staff wouldn't feel it was their ethical duty to confiscate the supplies, would they?" He turned the notebook around. Most of the half-written note was in small handwriting, illegible at that distance unless Badou was hiding telescopic lenses in his head.
Which, around here, might not be a safe assumption.
But to the ordinary person, four letters would stand out. Four letters spelling BEER, spaced unevenly across the top of the sheet. It looked like a tacky frat-party flyer, the kind that got tacked to telephone poles and dormitory windows like parking tickets at the end of the month.