Time had a funny way of disappearing when you were drowning in work.

I'd buried my head in the folder Rosa gave me, reading through page after page of duties and protocols until my eyes burned and the words started blurring together. Schedule management. Email filtering. Travel arrangements. Meeting preparations. Coffee preferences—apparently Xander took his black, no sugar, and it had to be exactly 180 degrees or he'd know.

The list went on and on, each task more detailed than the last, ...