Chapter Four
Hannah
My job would best be described as “data entry drone”. I punched in at seven every morning, inputted the notes and figures, and punched out nine hours later. Surrounded by identical cubicles with twenty people doing identical things, I expected the hive mind mentality to kick in any day. It was my first “grown-up” job, and I hated it.
Marcy dropped off a Styrofoam cup of coffee. “Good morning, Hannah.”
I didn’t bother tasting it. She always stirred in too much sugar. “Hi.”
“Hope you liked your gift. Sorry I couldn’t stay, but Rick called.”
Ah, the sometimes-boyfriend Marcy was obsessed with. No wonder I took a back seat. I continued typing the morning report while she rambled on about her date. Had she always been this annoying?
“Hello. Hannah. Have you heard a wo
