My Office—DAY
I am cleaning up the messy lab space as the Boss has asked. Some tables are strewn with stuff even though they’re never used and I have recently cleaned them off.
Mary comes in and demands to know what I am doing. I tell her. She gives me a look as if to say “You’ll get yours!” and storms off.
Perhaps we aren’t friends anymore. The Boss will be back soon anyway to take my side.
Instead Mary returns with the Sailor and the rest of the crew. She asks everyone around to gather their chairs in a circle to talk about the problems in the lab. Out the window I can see the Boss on her way.
“Hurry up, damn you!” I think, wanting to actually see the Boss for the first time since… ever, “I want to be saved from Mary’s spiteful, paranoid speech.”
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