Each floor had offices for offices and offices for stamps and offices for stamps required to receive other stamps, offices for stamps that allowed for further documentation and apostilles and offices for documents requiring copies and signatures and verification, verifications of verifications, and, finally, an office requiring perfunctory repetitions of each or any sequence…
This is the first in a series of stories about "evil" Blood Pressure Clinics, that lure victims in, trick them, trap them, and completely drain them of all their energy. It's not really sci-fi, but there are some elements that do stretch the bounds of completely realistic reality. I'd love to hear if anyone enjoys this. I've written plenty more...