For two years now everything had been done remotely, now she had been tasked with hefting a heavy work issue laptop that barely functioned due to all the corporate mandated spyware from Hendon to Charing Cross, her unhappiness mounting every time she saw someone on the tube peel off their own mask so that they could eat a Costa bacon bap or a Greggs sausage roll, and it made her seethe with violent rage, a desire to punch people in their faces. It wasn’t as if she really cared about the pandemic outside of the relief of not having to go into the office, but she resented the fact that, for the most part, she had behaved herself, she had done everything that had been asked of her save for going out in the street and clapping for the NHS every Thursday evening, and she resented the indifferen
