#Chapter 118: Where Is Your Uniform?

Next morning at work, I feel like a zombie. I slept last night, finally, though it was more a collapse out of necessity than anything restful. I certainly don’t feel rested this morning, dragging my sluggish body through the office doors and to my cubicle. After flopping down into my desk chair, I exhale a lengthy exhale. At least now, I can busy myself with work again. I set about to do just that, opening my unfinished file from the day before – when a popup message from Kimberly opens over top of my work. My office. 5 minutes. Get your coffee first, you look like death. I snort a small laugh and move to obey. The coffee pot feels a thousand miles away but I eventually make it there. Blessedly someone else has already started the brew. I’m not even the first one there with a mug. My co-worker Sabrina is in her late-twenties with a head full of blonde locks pulled up in a high-ponytail. Her makeup is always on point, eyeliner crisp and straight and perfect. I’ve secretly been b