Two days had passed since Sharon’s meeting with Russell, and her mind was still a whirlwind of thoughts and strategies. She buried herself in work, hoping the routine would offer her some clarity. The marketing campaign she was spearheading was nearing completion, and she wanted every detail to be perfect.
Sharon sat at her desk, typing away as the hum of the office buzzed around her. Her phone vibrated against the desk, but she ignored it. She needed to stay focused.
"Ms. Sims," a voice called, breaking through her concentration.
Sharon looked up to see Ben, the company’s errand boy, standing awkwardly a few feet away. His uniform was slightly rumpled, and he held a clipboard that seemed far too big for his slight frame.
"Yes, Ben?" she asked, pausing her work.
He fidgeted for a mome
