Full Disclosure: I initially wrote this in response to a prompt on r/DirtyWritingPrompts, but it didn’t get much feedback. So, posting it here for some Constructive Criticism. If this isn’t allowed I’ll remove the prompt.
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Ethan furiously tapped the F5 key, rattling his keyboard, before groaning with defeated frustration, “Does anything plan on working today?”
“I’m working today,” said a little voice from behind the wall of his cubicle.
Ethan nearly jumped from his chair. The office was so quiet he thought he’d been alone this whole time.
A cascade of dark brown hair followed by Valerie’s rounded face, with its high-cheek bones, and bright brown eyes popped around the wall of bland corporate-approved beige. Valerie worked in the same office, but she wasn’t in his section. She belonged to the Project Management Office. She was the authority; every button he clicked was approved and directed by some *quote* Administrator *unquote* from her part of the world at some point.