LUCY

As I stood by the xerox machine, feeding it paper after paper, I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration building up within me. Printing out documents, answering calls, and running errands had become the mundane routine of my job. I jabbed at the buttons on the machine with more force than necessary, my annoyance clearly evident.

I'm so over this. I can't just do this anymore. That's it. I'm going to ask Rocco to allow me to attend this afternoon's meeting. It's been months since I joined and still haven't got a chance to set foot in the conference room along with Rocco.

I attended a few...