At this point she was resigned to come in at eight-thirty on the dot and put in eight and half hours and work through her unpaid lunch break as was required and then go home to the new hell that she was beginning to hate. If she tried to leave even one minute early they'd know and for the next week they'd double her workload to get back the time they believed she owed them.Īfter three long years she was too tired to argue or care. She'd lost count of how many times she'd been written up for "excessive office supply waste" for not reusing paper clips, leaving her computer running for two minutes while she used the bathroom, throwing away paper that could be used again no matter what was printed on it, and her absolute favorite, using more than one staple on a packet. The penny pinching management watched their employees like hawks, never missing a thing and ready to swoop in and attack at the slightest blunder. Of course they would, she thought miserably. With a groan she dropped her face into her hands and wondered if anyone would notice if she left work a little early today. Yeah, he really had and she was kicking herself for not listening to him when she had the chance. "I told you to keep your mouth shut," John, the office ass**le, said in a bored tone as he walked past Zoe's cubicle. When the chair didn't collapse and deposit her ass on the floor, again, she counted herself lucky. With a shaky hand, Zoe reached out and grabbed her wobbly office chair and carefully sat down, making sure to keep most of her weight off the front left side wheel. Sands screamed, kicked, and screeched as she was carried off the tenth floor. Sands and yanked her back before she could make good on the murderous glare she was sending Zoe's way. Sands, already called security and the two large burly guys that she passed every morning in the downstairs lobby grabbed Mrs.
Sands screamed, pulling her hand back to slap Zoe. Her words were cut off by a stunned gasp as twenty-four freezing ounces of her much needed caffeine fix hit her in the face, neck, and chest, instantly drenching her. Sands, wait!" Zoe cried, holding her hands in front of her face as she desperately tried to back up in her small cubicle only to bang into the cheap off-white colored plastic wall, leaving her with nowhere to go and a seriously pissed off woman holding the extra large iced coffee Zoe bought ten minutes earlier, coming her way.
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