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Punishment Date
He glanced up from his computer when he heard the commotion just outside his open door, his eyes shifted to the clock and noted the time. “Fifteen minutes late,” he mumbled to himself. He watched her sauntering in, reciting good morning greetings to her fellow coworkers, their faux smiles and un-cordial greetings in return, falling on deaf ears and blind eyes. She poked her head into his office, a warm smile plastered on her face. “Good morning Mr. Barns,” her voice a melodious chorus of pure...