OMG Now I’m A Futa!
Why is it, Danielle Pearson thought, that Friday afternoons seem to last forever?
Inside the gray, hulking monolith which was the Hayes Building, a relic to a time when St. Louis had been one of the largest, most dynamic cities in the country, time didn’t simply drag. It hung. No matter how much busywork she did, no matter how many e-mails she answered, no matter how hard she stared at the spreadsheets which represented the financial health of the Second Farmer’s State Bank, the clocks seemed permanently stopped at 3:37 in the afternoon. Outside, the August sun was baking the pavement, ready to fry anyone who ventured outdoors to a crisp. But she would happily trade all the air-conditioning in the world for the chance to skip out of work an hour early, leaving the Tre
