Heathens in Masks
The noise of her phone on wood, so hard against the desk that she garnered a stare from just the man she was trying to avoid. She cursed mentally for not acting faster. She was new here- a few months in, but still new- and somehow her boss had an extrasensory instinct on when to walk by her desk: every time she was looking at her phone. Clicking through today’s reports on the old Windows, she wondered what he must be thinking. Fuckit, she said mentally, and went back on Spotify to queue up a podcast. Yet again, the bearded … Read more