CHRISTOF
As much as it pains me to admit, Tanisha was somewhat competent. Fourth day without a proper assistant, I was ready to commit a crime that had nothing to do with weapons or smuggling.
No one ever told you how quickly the absence of one competent person could rot an entire operation. Calendars slipped, details were missed. People asked me questions they should already know the answers to. Every temporary replacement HR sent felt like a practical joke. Too eager, too slow, or catastrophically curious.
It was all Tanisha’s fault. I cursed her while skimming emails, I cursed her while waiting for documents that should’ve been prepared before I asked for them, I cursed her especially when I caught myself instinctively reaching for my phone to ask where she’d filed something. Only
