Sam frowned at the requisition forms on the screen in front of her, the numbers starting to blur together. She really wasn’t a fan of desk jobs, and part of her wished she had applied for a delivery position instead of order tracking. At least she would get more sunlight.
“Time to go, Sam.” Nate leaned against her doorframe.
She smiled at him. She liked her boss. He didn’t make her stay late. In fact, he often insisted she leave on time when she would rather finish just one more task.
“The work will still be here tomorrow,” he said, just like he always did.
Maybe it was because his friend had passed away so suddenly, but Nate was constantly reminding her that she needed more in her life than just work.
“Life is too short,” he had told her just yesterday.
She wished she could correct
