Angela was working late again.
Rain was coming down on the steely grey building, creating a soft, pleasing sound that echoed through the empty office.
Why am I still here?
She reached into her drawer and pulled out her favorite pen.
If I can just finish proof reading this proposal, I can go home feeling accomplished.
Angela didn’t have a lot going on these days outside of work. She lived for work. She woke up at 5 am every morning, so she could hit the gym and come into work calm and focused. Everything Angela did, she did with the intention of being better at her job. She wore shoes that made her feel lady-like, tall, and in charge. Shoes that allowed her to walk at a fast clip down a hallway. Shoes that said, “I’m important.”
Angela finally finished proofreading and closed the Manila folder labeled Q2 results. She started to gather her things when she noticed a piece of paper out of the corner of her eye. It was laying on the floor, near the trash can.
Ugh I work with such lazy ass people, they can’t even recycle their paper.
Angela leaned over to pick up the paper and was surprised to see her name on it. It was slightly crumpled so she flattened it out on her desk to see the rest.
I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.
Your Q1 report was flawless. I have never found a report so…. enticing. I have to know more about you. I love the sound of your heels as your walk by my desk. I live for a glimpse of your perfect bun gliding over the top of my cubicle. Wherever I wish someone “best regards,” I do it thinking of you.
Have you felt all my “best regards” coming your way? .