Lois followed Gligor through the maze of passages that lead from the Wizard world to the human world. Lois would have opposed such language, but it was true.
“Now,” Gligor started, squeezing sideways through the dark musty halls, “in case you’re not familiar, this is where most Wizards live when they don’t have external jobs, but there are plenty of internal jobs to keep them busy. They buy their own food with their own
credits, but they live here.
“Some of the Low-Ranking Wizards like Violeta and Elia, 29’s and 30’s, stay here
most of the time, but pet Wizards like Gerhardt just come here to play poker.”
“Poker?” Lois asked.
“Yes, poker. Wizards take it pretty seriously, not sure why, but it’s a big deal.
Don’t interrupt a poker game unless you want your head fried. That’s tip number one. Rule number one is stay out of their business, but tip number two is to break that rule. You’ll get some overseers that don’t care about wizards; that’s a mistake. Get to know your Wizards
and they’ll be more willing to work with you.” They reached the reception area, the human world. “In fact, you will be living in wizard quarters. His key, Joe.
The receptionist, Joe, handed Lois a tarnished gold-colored key.
“218; Your bags are in your room,” Joe yawned and turned back to his computer. Gligor slapped Lois on the back. I’ll take you up there; I’m 220.
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