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The reason Zeke seems to have so much free time lately is that he's essentially independently wealthy. He started a successful tech company a few years back, cashed out his stock and now he just drops by the office when he feels like it (which is basically never). However, it's less an early retirement than that he's coasting for a while. Eventually he'll get the itch to start something up again.

That also partly explains why he has such a honed body despite tiptoeing ever closer to the big 4-0. If he still worked a desk job he probably wouldn't have time to maintain that kind of physique.

But even Zeke in his buffness wasn't prepared for the crazy fossa lady who interrupted his volleyball sesh.

She just appeared out of nowhere as if she'd beamed in from outer space, swore that she would "punish" him in a "decisive battle" and then proceeded to score point after point while intermittently shouting how much she hates the sea and everything that sails upon it.

Zeke found her accent rather strange. It was, like, a mixture of English and Irish? He couldn't quite place where she was from. Certainly nowhere around here.

When he fell on his back after diving and failing to return her last spike, he saw her feliform figure standing over him, silhouetted against the sun.

"This time you'll stay down, Spots," she snarled at him.

Zeke sat up and scratched his head as he watched her storm away. What was that all about? he wondered. Did she confuse me for somebody else?

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