Note to world #8

She sat dumbly at her desk, dim and quiet.

Any words that she had were trapped inside her fatigued brain, too tired to cross the threshold of her lips. And even the ones that managed to escape the thick haze of her mind would not do so in any order that made sense.
Typing out incoherent messages was pointless as well, though she could at least blame her errant autocorrect function for that.

The work day seemed to stretch endlessly in front of her and how to survive it was a pressing question. So she decided that today would be a day of listening – a corporate value, no less – but whether she heard anything would be an entirely different matter.


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