-71. Shameful Trip to the Printer

I’d gone upstairs for a presentation. She was there. The stranger.

Image: my Ward

I’d gone to the director’s floor for a presentation. These walls hadn’t heard a joke in years.

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My stomach dropped. The universe wobbled. For a second (an hour?), I heard only pulse in my ears.

She was there.

The stranger that stole my office.

She sat at the back. Calm. Focused. Humming as she scribbled into a notebook.

Disrespectful.

Distractin…