Chapter 95: Number

Derek's latest assistant, number eighteen, had two left feet, and slippery fins for hands, that was the only way to explain it.

He had been in the office for just two days and had already broken Derek's tea cup. He had broken an ugly sculpture that Derek had been meaning to get rid off( no harm there, Derek had actually been glad to see the ugly thing go down). Derek had also seen the man drop his own keys, a sandwich he was eating, a pen he was writing with, as well as a host of other things that he had seemed to have a good grip on.

As for the two left feet, Derek's aching toes were living proof that not only could lightning strike the same place twice, a man could also have the same toe stepped on multiple times in a way that hurt in thw most painful way possible each time.