*Claire*
I need a stretch break. It has been hours since I've moved last, and I need to stop staring at this cursed screen. I stand and raise my arms above my head, swearing I hear something c***k in my shoulder. Gosh, I feel old.
I push my chair in and glance down the row of cubicles. Most of my co-workers are out on patrol. No one to talk to at the moment, unless I go to the front.
Snagging my phone from the desk and shoving it in my back pocket, I make my way to the front desk where I see Beth Smith. A pair of reading glasses with rims shaped like half-moons are perched on her nose precariously. She is reading something, but I can't make it out from where I'm standing.
I shuffle my feet and clear my throat as I approach the front to alert her of my presence. She doesn't even glan
