Daydreaming

EMBER

Kaden got an office set up for me in the time it took me to get lunch and rush back to the office. I didn’t know if I was going to get to keep it after Monday morning, and it was little more than a glorified storage closet at the end of the hall, but it was my glorified storage closet.

Recruits never got offices. In fact, there weren’t even many on our floor. Some of the trainers had offices, and I was pretty sure what now qualified as my office was the couple of squares left over after the other offices had been installed.

But that didn’t matter to me. When I agreed to help him for the weekend, I didn’t expect anything in return. I was willing to do it to prove to him and to everyone else that I was committed to this job. I wanted everyone to know I wasn’t afraid of hard work, and also, I wanted a little extra credit in the bag just in case I screwed up somewhere along the line.

I was Marx Inc. material, and I wanted everyone to know it. The job meant a lot to me, and while I w