• Plasterer

    Plastering the Competition

                        I closed the video call and slumped back in my desk chair with a sigh. The soft leather protested slightly, then gave in and stopped complaining.          Taking off my glasses, I pinched the bridge of my nose, frowning at the beginnings of a headache (even though I knew it was just going to make the eventual migraine worse). I briefly considered hitting the intercom button on my desk and summoning Debbie in to bring me a tablet, but the thought of that door bursting open and flooding nice, quiet office with the light and the noise of the cubicle-ridden…