Synopsis

The constant murmur of complaint followed Thomas like a shadow. He was, by nature, a swift operator, and the others – Clarabel and Clarissa – never let him forget it. Their sighs, their thinly veiled criticisms, were a familiar soundtrack to his days. It was a tiresome rhythm, this perpetual dissatisfaction with his pace, a steady drone that chipped away at his good humor. Then came the unforeseen shift. A logistical error, a miscalculation in the pairings, and suddenly Thomas found himself