VIVIAN

When I walked into work on Monday, I was startled to find that Molly’s cubicle was cleaned out. Empty. Not even so much as a bright neon pink Post-It Note left. Her computer had been reset to the company’s default profile, and all her drawers were empty.

I discreetly pulled out my phone and tried texting her. I normally didn’t condone phone use while on the clock, but this was important. An entire chain of my unanswered messages from the weekend filled the screen.

Hey, where were you last night?

Did you get lost somewhere?

I’m at work. Where’s all your stuff?

Hellllooooooooooo Is everything alright?

No response.

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