Chapter 48: The Whisper Before The Scream
When people said, "The more you do something, the easier it gets,"
Mikel had hundreds of rebuttals.
No, it didn't get easier. Doing something over and over again didn't soften the blow—it just taught you how to live with it. How to grit your teeth. How to suck it up.
It had been four weeks since the start of the home renovation. Slowly, progress was taking shape.
Despite the stress the ghost union caused him, it also made them more efficient. The weekly recognition sparked their competitive streak—though, in truth, it was the cake. That damn cake. The ultimate motivator of the dead.
Mikel eventually got used to it—their demands, their nonsense, all of it.
Did that mean things were easier now? Absolutely not.
He was just sucking it up because he didn't have many options. Or the right to complain, really.
And Doom's snark didn't help, especially with the damn screen popping up constantly—whether he was on the brink of death or doing something as menial as pooping. Like now:
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