Questions In Emily’s Eyes
As I returned to my desk, I caught Emily glancing in my direction, her eyes heavy with an unspoken question. I pretended not to notice, focusing instead on sorting through the scattered papers in front of me, silently willing her to let it go. The familiar hum of the office filled the air—keyboards clicking, phones ringing—but her gaze lingered, a quiet reminder that my story had rippled beyond just me. Still, the demands of work beckoned, and I could only hope her questions would remain unspoken.
Questions In Emily’s Eyes
Crude Jokes Linger
Back at my desk, I tried to focus, but my boss’s crude jokes clung to my mind like an unwelcome shadow. They hung in the air, heavy and intrusive, refusing to dissipate. With a sigh, I opened a data spreadsheet, hoping the rows of numbers might offer some distraction. Instead, the figures blurred together, his voice still echoing in my thoughts. I rubbed my temples and took a deep breath, steeling myself for another attempt. Today, focus felt more out of reach than ever.
Crude Jokes Linger
