It is the next day of work.

So, we go again today.  Hopefully,  it will be different.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft metallic sigh, and I stepped inside, clutching my bag a little too tightly. The morning light filtered through the glass ceiling of the lobby, but all I could see were my own nervous thoughts bouncing inside my head like a restless bird. Every step I took, every click of my heels, felt heavier than the last.

I pressed the button for the floor where my department ...