George hadn't enjoyed his first day at Tramford Accountancy. He suspected it showed on his face as he walked to the subway beside his new supervisor, gray-haired and gray-faced Mr. Erkenwhyte.
When the dragon emerged from the darkened tunnel, squamous and shrieking, George was taken aback. He'd have been eaten instantly, but at the last moment, he saw a flash of gray, and the dragon retreated with a roar, spurting black ichor from its solitary eye.
"You will learn, boy," said Mr. Erkenwhyte. "The monsters are always there, and this," he brandished his fountain pen, tip gleaming, "is my weapon."
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