Inbox Full. Patience Empty.



Monday, 9:03 a.m.
The skyline outside is doing its best “fresh start” impression. The desk is not.
Two towers of paperwork have already claimed the corners. Loose pages are sliding under her heels like they want attention. She gives them a look instead.
Red hair half-pinned, glasses low, lollipop parked like a warning. She leans back in the chair, feet on the pile, blouse fighting a losing battle with the morning, and stares down the nearest stack as if it personally scheduled this.
“It’s Monday morning,” she says around the candy. “You could at least wait until I’ve had coffee before trying to bury me.”
The files stay put.
So do her feet.
If the week wants overtime, it can start by getting off her desk.
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