- ELISE [ALEX]
I sat restlessly at my desk, barefoot under the privacy panel, using my big toe to scratch an itch on my ankle while my fingers flew across the keyboard.
"Delivery for Alex Jones," a voice called out.
I blinked, looking up from my monitor. A kid from the mail room was standing by my glass door, holding a glass vase stuffed with enough red roses to supply a high school prom. It looked like a small bush had died in a glass bowl.
"Wrong desk," I said, pointing toward the main floor. "Try marketing."
The kid checked the little clipboard. "Nope. Alex Jones. Junior Tech. That’s you, right?"
"Uh. Yeah."
He dropped the massive vase right next to my setup, completely blocking my secondary monitor.
"Who the hell sent this?" I muttered, pulling a small black card out of the pl
