Paradise Induction Chapter 5 – Extract 26

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They reached the Labour Department and Chris handed him the twenty-five dollars, feeling a pang of anxiety at his deteriorating funds. The taxi driver didn’t say anything nor even look at Chris.

Chris walked into the complex and followed the sign that said Labour this time, keeping him on a path on the ground floor that meandered to the other side of the entire building. He pushed open the glass door and entered the air-conditioned seating space.

Windowed booths lined one wall, the centre was aligned with four rows of firmly planted plastic seats, and the sides had a water cooler, magazines on a table, and a ticket machine. He pulled a ticket—a small blue slip with fifty-nine in bold black font— picked up the smoothest-looking magazine of the pile titled Pharisee Island Lifestyle, and sat down.

The magazine looked professional and clean with a hard binding. There were photos of two editors in the front—a male and a female in their late thirties, early forties.

He looked up and nodded at one of the three people seated with him; a man of about sixty with a walking stick. The man turned away.

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