Claire
Claire slowly carried her mug of coffee filled to the brim to her desk, ready for another day of paperwork and grumpy lawyers. She spilt a little on arrival and hastily rescued the nearby contracts, cursing at herself for her carelessness. The last thing she needed was another battle with the forsaken printer on the third floor. That damned machine had already taken at least a year of her life in stress, she wasn’t going to give it more.
She searched her purse for tissues to clean up the spill but came up empty and headed to the kitchen for a towel or some kitchen paper. When there wasn"t any there either, she tried the washroom.
"Aha!" She grabbed hold of the piece of paper sticking out from the dispenser by the sink and yanked on it, rapidly gathering enough to smother a small
