CHAPTER 1: c*m FOR THE OFFICE CAMERA
TATIA’S POV
My name is TatiaDonovan, and I think the fluorescent lights are trying to kill me.
No, seriously. They’ve been screaming this high-pitched, teeth-grinding hum directly into my brain for eleven f*****g hours.
I can feel it in my molars. My skin is crawling, all, like I’m allergic to the air in this place. It’s 8:17 PM.
My soul left my body around 4:30, and what’s left is just a twitching, over-caffeinated shell held together by sheer pettiness and the hope that I might still make it home in time to eat something that didn’t come out of a vending machine.
Every single nerve in my body is screaming.
I am one wrong email away from either bursting into flames or bursting into tears, and honestly, I’m not sure which one would be more sat
