Joanne takes her fob and opens the door to the main office. There are lines of rectangular desks and rows of balding heads, eyes down. I traipse after her cautiously, adjusting my skirt, not wanting to stray in front of her. I can hear a slight murmur ripple across the room. A few heads liftContinue reading “Temporary part three”
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Temporary part two
The ground floor of the Apex looks a bit like a hotel. There are two receptionists sitting chatting, and to the left is a room filled with chairs and comfy benches where people might sit if they were waiting for someone. I contemplate sitting down, pretending that I’m a visitor, and that I won’t beContinue reading “Temporary part two”
The female perspective 