Cassandra
I follow him down the walkway and see the familiar interior of the office. The flooring is the same colored tile; white and hunter green squares with beige walls throughout the entire station. As you walk down the walkway, on each side there are rows of gray desks with small black leather seats that roll with the department's activity.
Each desk has six drawers, black computers, a lamp, and wooden name plates at the edge of their desks. Every desk is scattered with paperwork except for the last desk, which is completely cleaned off.
My desk.
As soon as I get closer, sure enough, the nameplate reads, 'Officer Cassandra Porsse.' My arm hairs rise up with a sense of pride and excitement.
In the walkway, there's a small black and silver chair to the side of each desk for guests
