I bounced my leg on the floor locked in a staring contest with the clock.

Do seconds always move this slow?

After what felt like ten good minutes, which was actually two, the clock struck five-thirty and I've never been so fast in my life.

I grabbed my bag and bolted out of my desk, scarring half of my coworkers as I brisked towards the elevator.

They could stare all they want to, but I'm not risking another minute in the hell hole when theres a chance I might have to face Xander again. ...