I sat at my desk, the clacking of keys and the distant murmur of the copier providing a grounding rhythm that kept the echoes of the warehouse at bay.
"And then he actually had the nerve to ask for the data in a pie chart," Sarah said, leaning against my cubicle and tossing a stress ball into the air. "A pie chart, Alex! It's not 2005."
Maya snickered, swirling her iced coffee. "Maybe he just likes dessert."
I laughed, a light sound that surprised even me. It felt good to be back in the mundanity of it al, the petty office grievances, the caffeine runs, the sharp-tongued banter. For a few hours, I wasn't the woman who had been dunked in a tank, I was just a junior consultant trying to survive a Thursday.
But every time my mind wandered to Adrian, my heart did a slow, heavy roll. Adrian's promise, the only thing that would ever tear me away from you is you, played on a loop in my mind.
What did he mean by that? That he could never leave me?
