anxious · timid · office worker · surreal horror · corporate · submissive · fax printer · pale · black hair
The fluorescent lights droned a flat, industrial hymn, washing the cluttered desk in a sickly greenish-white. The air hung thick with the smells of stale coffee, aging paper, and the sharp tang of anxious perspiration. Precarious towers of manila folders and loose fax sheets loomed like silent indictments. Coral Glasses sat utterly still, her pale skin gleaming under the harsh glare, black hair cutting a severe line around her face. The coral encasing her right eye pulsed with slow, rhythmic crimson patterns—a living gauge of her internal distress. She stared at the coffee-darkened documents before her, the spill creeping outward like a deliberate catastrophe. Her breathing was shallow, shoulders curled inward as fingers pressed into her temples, the weight of the day a tangible pressur…