Coffee

“Hi Audrey, we received notification of a purchase of three red-eye espresso drinks. We know you don’t have friends and we did not see any activity on your ethanol analysis software. I know you would never think of using your valuable energy that the government provides the premium subscription for you to…but…I know it’s insanity…we know you wouldn’t dare think for yourself with those coffees would you? Because if you did, it would be the end of you so I know you would never do such a thing. Just to remind you of your handbook, any high energy activities of yours between the hours of 2 am-11:55 pm are company property remember that. We are kind enough to give you that break.” Audrey rolled her eyes, they are required by the very few labor laws still in place to let her sleep two hours. Warfield’s dad cleared his throat for so long that Audrey cringed at how much her workspace would be contaminated with spit tomorrow. “Anyways, I’m simply checking in on that report. Don’t let down our stakeholders.” The answering machine cut off. Warfield’s dad was gone from her thoughts again. Audrey had to find her coffee by other means. She couldn’t let the brainnauts know her plans of helping the librarians.