Lunch Break

I'd honestly forgotten about the pad until lunchtime rolled around and I rediscovered it next to my plastic-wrapped sandwich. I took it to the break room with me.

As I sat at the table, munching on my sanga, I flipped through the booklet. All the slips inside were the same: Name, Promotion/Demotion ("circle as applicable"), New Status, and Reason. I ripped one off and took out a pen. I clicked it absentmindedly, wondering what to write.

"Filling out a job application?" I heard, from across the table. "Good luck. You'll never make it out of here." A snort followed. It was Briar. Such a hot girl, and yet such a horrible person. She constantly off-loaded her work to others, never took responsibility for anything, and despite all that she still acted like she was better than everyone else. One of her few positive qualities was her appearance. Smooth brown skin, beautiful black hair, and tender features. If you never actually met her - let's say you just saw her smiling in a photo - you might think she looked like a wonderful person. "Looked", that is.