Mark put the car in park in his office parking lot, sighed his daily defeated sigh, and then opened his door to begin yet another day of pointless office work. The Tesla driver parked beside him was parked on the dividing parking space line, so he could only crack open his door and hold his breath as he squeezed out of the parking spot. He grabbed his shoulder bag and coffee, but the cup slipped from his fingers. He dove...

“I’m never leaving this goddamn place,” Mark mumbled to himself as his fingers clacked angrily on the keyboard. The master lights in the office had clicked off hours ago. Somewhere in the distance, the cleaning crew vacuumed, and their small Bluetooth speaker played music. It had been a month since his ‘encounter’ with Cynthia from HR, and quite a bit had happened. It turns out she never sent over that bill for her car re...