Looking at the time, it’s nearly time to finish up, I’m exhausted and for once actually excited to go home to my prison. I need sleep. I’m mentally and physically exhausted, and my brain feels like mush from constantly looking at screens all day. When it is nearly time to clock off, I switch everything off and decide to go down to the lobby and see if I can find Tom.
I grab my bag and head for the elevator. Once on the ground floor, I walk over to the counter at the front. Merida, the lady that brought us dinner the night we stayed back late, is at the counter on the phone, arguing with someone who wants to organize a meeting. After a few minutes of me waiting, she becomes annoyed and slams the phone down, hanging up on the person. She runs her fingers through her blonde hair and lets ou
