Its Friday
It’s 3:30 on Friday afternoon and the office has pretty much cleared out for the weekend. Being a workaholic, I’m still tucked away in my tiny closet, finishing up a few things. Deep in thought, I don’t pay attention to the footsteps as they walk down the hall. I only look up when I hear my door close and the click of the lock. A smile spreads across my face and I rise to greet you, but a shake of your head stills my movements. I sink back into my chair as you round the corner of my desk. You...