Susan dragged herself out of bed, hitting her alarm clock with a force that could only come out of resentment. She looked in the mirror and laughed upon seeing how bedraggled and haggard she looked. It was lucky that she didn't ever sleep with anybody-he'd be scared off the moment he saw her wake up. Susan went into the bathroom and stepped into the shower, allowing the hot water to relax her muscles and rinse her hair clean. When she was finished, she got ready for the day, made herself look ever the professional with a tight, neat ponytail behind her back, a modest-thing tweed skirt, and a blouse that buttoned up to the neck. This was essentially her uniform when she went into work. Her boss, Tyson Landis, was always telling her to relax, to let her hair down, but it was something she ju
