Samantha was a contradiction.
With her partially untucked shirts and mismatched socks.
Her midnight-blue hair combed in glossy strokes.
She’d walk antisocially to her cubicle. They also happily ignored her. Except for Jim, he monitored her sales. She must’ve been a satisfactory employee because she continued to pass my reception desk daily…
Sometime later, I no longer noticed her cheap fragrance. I no longer saw her forlorn face staring at the checkered floor as she entered.
The news referred to her as a “person of interest.” Missing… Her apartment emptied.
Suddenly, everyone at the office became interested in Samantha.