“Wanna dip out early?”
I follow my coworker to the rooftop. Yesterday, we watched our CEO turn zombie. He seems happier eating brains, not just frying them. The corporate horde looks mostly the same, though better rested.
We jump, and I head home to my wife. Surely she’ll recognize me.
Carina Wahlstrom spends most of her time in front of a computer, so she decided she might as well do something productive.
