Amelia
There's tension crackling in the air. I feel it the moment I arrive, but maybe I'm just being paranoid. Everything looks ordinary. Everyone is exactly where they should be, and no one has given me a second glance since I arrived.
When I got home yesterday, I fished the pack of cigarettes from the bottom of my bag and smoked one. I didn't get that buzz, but it was something. It relaxed me a little, I'll admit, and that's exactly what I needed. I wish to return that envelope, but it's impossible. His office is always locked when he isn't there, and I don't have the key. He'll find it; it's only a matter of time, and then what?
I couldn't help myself. I smoked another one rapidly, and my lungs were on fire after I finished it. It relaxed me, though, I won't lie, which is what made
