"Hello, Lucy," he responds solemnly, eyes fixated on me while he runs his hands along the length of his tie. Both actions are equally unsettling. "So you really can't remember anything from this year, then?"
Christ, how many more times am I going to get asked this? Should I carry a sign?
"That's right."
"Interesting." He nods slowly, apparently mulling it over. "I've been doing some reading on your condition."
Oh, here we go.
"You'll require monitoring."
My brows jump to my hairline. "Excuse me?"
"As you are aware, besides being the data protection officer, I'm also the appointed health and safety watchdog for this floor."
"Uh-huh," I drawl, glancing at Matty, who's now all perked ears. "And what exactly do you mean by 'monitoring'?"
"I'll be observing to ensure you follow safety
