Chapter 118 Where Is Your Uniform?

• Next morning at work, I feel like a zombie. I slept last night, finally, though it was more a collapse out of necessity than anything restful. I certainly don’t feel rested this morning, dragging my sluggish body through the office doors and to my cubicle.
• After flopping down into my desk chair, I exhale a lengthy exhale. At least now, I can busy myself with work again. I set about to do just that, opening my unfinished file from the day before – when a popup message from Kimberly opens over top of my work.
• My office. 5 minutes. Get your coffee first, you look like death.