Dawn Risk in the Greenhouse Office
Early morning light filters through the glass walls of the greenhouse office. Humid air hits me like a hot bath. […]
Early morning light filters through the glass walls of the greenhouse office. Humid air hits me like a hot bath. […]
We met in January. Same company. He stood out in his dark suit. Broad hands promising rough caresses. Soft, almost
Open-space hums. Printer whirs in the corner. Mouse clicks echo. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. He’s my new desk
The open-space hums. Printer whirs endlessly. Mouse clicks punctuate the air. Coffee aroma clashes with my sharp perfume. I glance
The clink of cutlery echoes like office printers humming. Coffee aroma mixes with my heavy perfume, thick in the air.