I think exhaustion is simply making me hallucinate because I cannot understand why I'm unable to find the client file in this drive.
I am certain I didn't forget, but I'm uncertain if the lack of sleep seems to be dulling my senses.
The glare of fluorescent lights in our office seems to be raising my blood pressure; maybe it's just panic, since this is due for review soon.
My fingers hover over my keyboard, a sudden prickling sensation crawling across my neck. I force myself to shake it off, but a sudden intuition of harm coming my way, but I can't truly decipher it.
"A system glitch?" a familiar voice murmured behind me.
I turned, and there she was. Tiffany. She leaned casually against my cubicle, one hip tipped, a slow smile that made my chest contract in ways that I hadn't expected.
"Hey, stranger," she said. "Miss me?"
