Flash Fiction: Simpatico
Marcella scurried down the aisle and slid into her cubicle, opposite Kahlil’s, with seconds to spare before the clock ticked over to 9:00. She dropped her purse into her desk drawer and locked it.
“Good morning. You look sharp,” Kahlil said. Instead of her typical workplace casual garb, she was wearing a navy-blue skirt suit and heels. She kicked the shoes off and wiggled her toes.