**Isa
I leaned back in my office chair and stared at the papers sprawled all over my desk. An hour and a half past lunch, and I was already basically down for the count. It seemed like every other minute someone came in with a new report or a question or a meeting note or a phone call.
Never had I seen a Tuesday be this busy.
I removed my blue light blocking glasses and rubbed my face. The last thing I needed was coffee… but I was in desperate need of some kind of pick-me-up.
A slow flash of purple passed by my office window again.
I had grown familiar with the dash of Myalin's pant suit going by my office that day.
Myalin had passed by my office too many times in the last hour, eyeing me suspiciously. It was making me nervous, and I wished that she would just text me or come in a
