~Lola~

As I glanced at the time displayed on the wall of my office, I crossed my right leg over my left one and sat in a crossed-legged position.

Nothing about the file that I am currently holding comes to mind at all. I reviewed the file multiple times, from beginning to end. Everything was in order, but something was amiss. Today is supposed to be my first day at work. These documents have my signature, and I am Mrs. Monroe. Who is Mr. Monroe?

I try to push the thought out of my mind while at the same time trying to remember where I signed these documents because, according...