Chapter 3
Tabby had just finished gathering up the last of the morning glory muffin crumbs off her gray pants when the glaring overhead lights flipped on. She glanced at her watch and swore under her breath, then clicked save on the data usage report she’d just finished verifying.
Whoever that was had arrived more than forty-five minutes early.
Logically she knew everyone was as free to get there early as she was, and that they could certainly choose to turn those horrible lights on. But she felt invaded and more than a little bit put-upon all the same.
Maybe she would join in the brave revolution a couple of her cubicle mates had been joking about in the break room the day before, and they’d all climb up to the speckled tiles in the ceiling and unscrew the bulbs over each of their des
