Heather currently lives, works and writes; fuelled by tea, spite and disapproving looks from a cat.
This is not where I saw myself in five years. It’s not where I said I’d be during the job interview either. Now I’m stuck in a low-level, dead-end job I have no interest in. At least I’m good at what I do – that’s something, I guess. So, when I uncover suspicious activity on a new accoun...
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