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"Mr. Davidson? My printer br..." Paul trailed off when he saw Mr. Davidson's desk. His computer somehow seemed to be typing itself. "What?"
Paul rubbed his eyes. Mr. Davidson was turned around, looking at him expectantly. "Yes, Paul?"
Paul looked behind his boss. The computer was normal again. He shook his head slightly and made eye contact again. He must have imagined it. "Sorry, lost my train of thought for a second there. My printer broke, can you have someone take a look at it?"
"Sure, Paul. Need anything else?"
"Nope. Thanks, Mr. Davidson."
"Anytime." Paul left. Mr Davidson rested his head on the desk. That had really been a close one. He would need to be more careful, or he might find out.
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"Hey, Bill?" Paul asked carefully during a coffee break.
"Yes?"
"Have you noticed anything... weird about Mr. Davidson?"
"What about him isn't weird?" Ted chuckled.
"Ted!" Charlotte scolded him.
"Ha, ha, Ted. I'm serious. I walked into his office this morning and his computer was working. Without him touching it." His coworkers stared at him.
"Mm-hmm," Ted nodded slowly. "Sure it was."
"I think you've had too much coffee, Paul," Charlotte said gently. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, guys. Just forget it." It had just been a figment of his imagination, then. That's all.
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"Do you think that means he's figuring it all out?" Melissa whispered to Charlotte.
"I don't know. He seemed to shake the thought off, but he's pretty stubborn," she whispered back.
"I wish we could tell him," Bill sighed, looking at Paul. "It would be so much easier than pretending, and I hate having lied to him for all these years."
"You know we can't, Bill," Charlotte murmured. "I agree, though. It feels bad to keep something this major from someone we've known so long."
"What are you guys talking about?" Ted joined in, startling Charlotte.
"How did you get here, Ted? " she asked, clearly flustered.
"Guess."
"Ted! You know the rules!" Melissa hissed. "You can't use them in public!"
Ted rolled his eyes. "So what you're saying is that if I broke your arm, right here, right now-"
"I wouldn't try it, Ted."
"Hypothetically, of course. So, if I broke your arm, you would want Bill to do absolutely nothing about it. Am I getting that right?"
"You know that's different, Ted. And I wouldn't let him heal my arm in broad daylight, either." Bill and Charlotte nodded.
"So no more public teleportation, Ted?" Charlotte whispered, holding out her hand.
He sighed, but shook it anyway. "You guys are so fucking boring."