Her office was at the end of the hall. She never turned on the lights and sat hunched over the keyboard while squinting at the monitor. Whenever you walked into her office, she wouldn’t look up or acknowledge you. She would slowly swivel her chair to face you, shuffle through a stack of papers and then say, “What’s up?” Croaking out the leading question like a toad sitting on a lily pad waiting for the unsuspecting insect.
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