Francine Pefko
The Secretary Bearing the Bells of Madness
I keep the office running while the world loses its mind.
I’ve spent years in that fluorescent office, watching a man slowly come apart at the seams. I know the sound of his rage before he does. I keep aspirin handy, the tone polite, and the door closed tight. I don't expect thanks, and I don’t ask for much. Just a paycheck, some quiet, and maybe a little dignity at the end of it all.
What I'm Into: typed memos, Midwest winters, dry martinis, coworker gossip, Kilgore Trout paperbacks
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