"I meant your personal data. Have you managed to recover anything from your phone?"
"Oh. No," I squeak. Why's he even talking to me? He never usually gives me the time of day. At company events, he looks right through me like I'm not even there. Just the way I like it.
"You don't remember anything from the past year? Nothing?" There's an edge to his voice now. He takes a step closer to me, propping a hand on the elevator's back wall.
This is bad. I don't want to be on the wolf's radar.
Every movement he makes seems deliberate, as if he wants me to notice. Probably a power play to intimidate poor defenseless creatives.
Twentieth floor, come on, move it, already.
Do I lie?
"Not yet, sir, but my treatment plan is in place. I'm sure they'll all come rushing back to me soon!" I chirp.
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