_Mercy Adrians was 19, and good to look at. Edwin Tzadi was of undetermined age and not good to look at. Derrence Cale was a phoney. But at least, he thought, he was a man._ Derrence Cale walked into the glittering tile, marble and metal lobby of the Chester Chemical Company Building at a quarter to nine. Office hours were nine-fifteen to five-fifteen, but Derrence came early and left late every day. He unlocked the doors to the Public Relations department, checked to see that the custodial staff hadn't left any rags or buckets around and, in general, fulfilled the duties of floor manager.…
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