Miranda
I smile at the Gamma guards who stand outside the elevator doors. Security throughout the building has been increased alongside security at my children’s school. I want to feel safe and secure with them around, seeing how they are very capable of completing and fulfilling their job duties, but I cannot help but feel like there is trouble just across the horizon.
“Miss Miranda,” the Gamma bows his head to me, watching me as I pass. I nod at him, clutching my white plastic bag to my stomach.
Miss Miranda? I’m just a chemist…why is he always so formal with me?
I shrug the thought away and look into my bag as I walk, clinging to the wall so I don’t accidentally bump into someone passing by. My tote bag jingles as my keys and dance around, colliding with notebooks, scattered makeup,
