Katie left for work.

She got to her workplace and looked at the building that was called the cube. "How original," she murmured, looking at the facility she had visited on numerous occasions to meet Tom. I will be working in a cubicle in the cube; one would say it's a cubeception; hopefully, the people here aren't cubes as well, she thought, chuckling at herself, knowing she will fail miserably as a comedian. She looked around and saw people in suits preparing for another work day. Guess I'm another suit, another cog in the machine.

She walked into the building, praying to whoever was listening that things would go well.