~Present~
(Rebecca's POV)
Thursday.
I draw a line through the last red circle on my calendar. The pen makes a sound against the paper — a thin, final scratch.
I sit back and look at my desk.
Sean's schedule updated through next month. The temp's onboarding notes printed and paper-clipped in a neat stack beside the monitor. The coffee machine wiped down, filters replaced, oat milk restocked in the mini fridge.
I open my computer. I finish the last of the handover documents, the ones Alexander asked me to complete so the transition is clean.
I wrote them the way I write everything—clearly, precisely, formatted in twelve-point Garamond with half-inch margins, section breaks between headers, footnotes at the bottom, never endnotes.
Whoever takes this desk next will have no excuse for d
