Break room warriors
By DanliIra sat at the breakroom table, absently stirring a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold. His Marine training told him to keep his head on a swivel, but his civilian job had taught him that the only real threat here was Karen from HR. He wasn’t sure what smelled worse—the breakroom microwave after someone nuked fish or the stench of corporate small talk. Across from him, Danli…














