> @imprintedtrainer
>> i had an idea
Bobbi shuffled the stack of papers against the countertop until the edges aligned - almost - except that one - dammit - her eyes flicked to her watch. Dammit again. She stopped and nudged the final rebellious page with her fingertip.
“Suck it,” she crowed as the page went into place. The entire stack went into her bag, her bag went over her shoulder, and she swept the thermos off the counter. “Phone, wallet,” she muttered to herself. Keys. She scooped them from their dish, flipped the lock into place, hip-checked the door shut, held the thermos away from her body on the off chance it decided to unseal out of pure spite, and - didn’t check her watch. No point now.
A few minutes later, Bobbi winced at the clatter of the latch as she opened the conference room door. She eased through and scanned the room long enough to find an empty seat. Last one in, first one out, thank the Maker. No one saw her as long as she didn’t see them, and she dropped into her chair.
















