“I still don’t see why this should affect myself and the PFY,” I blurt as the boss hands over a lengthy questionaire. “I’ve told you already, it’s something to do with a contract that we’re signing - some defence department thing.” “A defence department thing?” the PFY burbles cheerily. “Does that mean that we’ll get a security clearance? Like James Bond?” Sigh.
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