Nadia stared at the pile of papers that had accumulated while she was gone. “Christ!”

Charlie poked his head over the edge of the cubicle. “That’s what you get. You know how much they need you.”

“Where do I start?” she groaned. “I should’ve come in if it killed me!” Once, she had loved this job, its stress, deadlines and furious pace. Now she felt overwhelmed.

“Can’t help you, darling. They’re not called deadlines for nothing, and I’ve got my own. Besides, you already owe me.” He eyed her stack. “Better get to work. I hear the boss’s heavy tread.”

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