*Cary*

Finishing work early, I began to pack my briefcase to head back home. While packing my bag, there was a knock on my door, and in no time, it opened. Looking up to see who it was, Evelyn walked in with a file in her hand. I kept the straight face I had on and stayed quiet until she got to where I was.

“The last file that needs your signature before you leave,” she uttered.

Taking the file from her, I imputed my ...