The Messenger (A Lesbian Romance) - Plot & Excerpts
Despite the lazy brilliance of a late summer afternoon, it was dark there, as I’d never bothered to open the blinds that day. It hadn’t occurred to me to do so, and between being shot through the heart with some kind of barbed arrow by Rabbit, and being blackmailed for some petty concern by Mitchell, getting up to let in the light was simply more than I could bear, even though it was the only thing I really wanted then. Even the simplest thing felt like such a trial. It took me the better part of an hour to get my things together and get moving. There was still plenty of work to do, but now I knew better. I couldn’t take the risk of making yet another mistake, thereby adding chum to the water for Mitchell. Where I was normally so meticulous in packing up my bag and shutting things down for the evening, I simply dumped everything into a backpack I kept on hand, and turned off my computer. I gave Margaret a perfunctory nod as I walked past her desk to the elevator lobby. She raised an eyebrow that was at once sympathetic and suspicious.
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