Jolon Fairweather
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-71. Shameful Trip to the Printer
I could smell the stranger. I’d gone to the director’s floor for a presentation. These walls hadn’t heard a joke in years. – My stomach dropped. The universe wobbled. For a second (an hour?), I heard only pulse in my ears. She was there. The stranger that stole my office. She sat at the back.…
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-78. The Stranger in My Office
Who are you? Why are you here? When I got to work, a stranger was sitting in my office. Coat on the chair. Half-drank coffee mug on display. It felt like her room. Without looking up, she slid a USB stick across the desk and said, “Could you print this for the meeting?” Most people…