Rory
I was only supposed to be filing quarterly reports, which is exactly the kind of sentence people say right before they discover something they were never supposed to see.
The task had come down from Priya, mundane and mind-numbing, a stack of digitized files that needed sorting into the correct shared drive folders before end of week. "Nobody's touched this archive in years," she'd said, dumping the assignment on me with an apologetic grimace. "It's basically digital sediment. Should be easy, just tedious. Perfect intern work, unfortunately."
She wasn't wrong about the tedious part. I'd been at it for nearly two hours, eyes glazing over spreadsheet after spreadsheet of quarterly projections, half-listening to the office's ambient hum around me — someone's phone ringing, a printer s
