This is a special kind of magic. Also, I can’t decide how creepy this actually is. Are these just random pieces of underwear that he has in his pocket, or did he steal them from someone (or several someones)? Or are his pockets linked up to some sort of portal that exits into someone’s underwear drawer?

Walter Blanks was the head honcho at Mundayne Insurance Company—until I discovered, one day, that he wasn’t.

Within a week of starting at Mundayne Inc. as a correspondence clerk, I pinpointed Walter Blanks as a man in charge. Although I was fresh out of college and unsure what C-Suite title he held, I did know he was a man to be respected; After all, Mr. Blanks was meticulously well-dressed.

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