❄ Camille ❄
Monthly meetings are always boring. Margaret stands at the front of the room and talks us through the numbers. She praises then drills us on what needs to be fixed. Everyone would take notes, their heads down, as we all hoped we weren’t singled out. Then, we would all hurry out and pretend like three hours of our lives hadn’t been wasted.
But today, it felt like a trap.
I walked into the conference room with my laptop tucked under my arm and a cup of coffee I had grabbed from the kitchen. The long table was already half full, and a few glanced over and greeted me with a nod, a wave, or a smile. I spotted Sebastian sitting near the front. His shoulders squared, his jaw set as he stared at his laptop. He looked like emotions were illegal. I decided to be spiteful, because wh
