ISABELLE

I stared at the screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as if they’d forgotten how to move.

“Shit”, I muttered as my eyes caught an error in the letter I was typing.

If I could count well, it was the 13th typographical error staring at me.

In just 30 minutes of me typing, I had written nonsense thirteen good times.

“How could I be this careless?” I muttered under my breath, my voice laced with frustration.

I slammed the backspace key harder than necessary, trying my best to the mistake. Even with how bustling the office was, I couldn't still fit in.

It was morning morning, the busiest...