Three Months A Ghost

Synopsis

For three months, I'd been a ghost in this company. No one had spoken a word to me. The break room cleared when I walked in. They'd rather wait for the next elevator than share one with me. And my desk? It was moved next to the printer and a stack of outdated calendars in the supply closet. Today was the Holiday Party. I woke up at 5 a.m., not from nerves, but from anticipation. For three months, I've been waiting for this moment.