Emmie POV -

I hate working.

I had been sitting at this desk since 9 AM. It was 3 PM now, and I was about to go insane. I saved and closed my typing files and began walking down the hall to the break room, my heels clicking on the tiled floors. I stopped at Jessie's cubicle and leaned into the entrance.

"Do you ever take a break?"

She turned around and glared at me. "Some people actually care about their jobs, hun."

I rolled my eyes and smiled a little. "I care enough to take a nice long break, so I'll have better focus later."

"You're a bullshitter." She stated simply. We laughed together and she turned back to the computer screen, her manicured nailed pecking away at the keyboard.

"How did that date go?" She questioned after a few seconds.

"Oh," I thought for a second. I'd all but forgotten poor Bruce in the past couple days. "It went well. We have a lot in common."

"Any action?" She sounded serious, not a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"A little.." I egged her on.

"What?!" She twirled around and tossed one leg over the other gracefully. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know.." I examined my nails thoughtfully. I loved tormenting her.

"No. I don't. And you're going to tell me right now, before I make you regret it." She stared at me innocently and folded her hands. I held out for a few more seconds. "Well?!"

"Oh, just a little kiss. You are so easy to aggravate!" I sang, prancing around the corner in time to hear her chair swirl back into place at the desk and her loud groan of irritation.

I strutted down the hall happily, smiling at the people I knew. I entered the break room and walked over to the water dispenser and grabbing a funnel shaped paper cup. I drained it at least three times before tossing it in the recycling bin.

"Ahh.." I turned around and looked at the fridge. I had a piece of cake in there and I swear I could hear it chanting my name.. I approached the fridge and opened it up, grabbing the little devil-child cake and glaring at it. I promised myself I wouldn't eat it until later, but a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do. I slammed the fridge and just as I was about to turn around and grab a plate, something caught my eye.

There were magnets on the refrigerator, the ones that were shaped like letters so that people could spell their names. We had two sets of A through Z on the front of the machine.

Someone had taken two black O's and a red parentheses and made a face. It was creepy and chilled my spine to look at it, amongst my colleague's names and random words. This one seemed out of place. Who would've put that there? I stared at it for a little longer and suddenly I realized there was something stuffed behind one of the O's. I reached out and took ahold of it, pulling it from behind the ominous smiling face. It was a small piece of paper. I unfolded it.

"SEE YOUR SCREEN."

The words were cut out from a newspaper, that's all I knew. I looked at the smiling face, and knew it meant my computer. I stood up, leaving the cake on the table, and ran to my cubicle, ignoring the eyes that travelled behind me, wondering what was going on. I turned quickly into doorway of my workplace and looked at the computer. Nothing seemed different. I walked closer. At the top corner of my dock, the Mail icon was bouncing up and down. A new email. I grabbed my chair from behind and pulled it underneath me, sitting down quickly and pulling out the keyboard tray. I moved the cursor to the mail icon and clicked.

"FIND ME AT 4th STREET."

I stared at the message, my heart beat stumbling. I glanced at the sender line; blank. No one had sent this? How was that possible? I scrolled up and down the page, looking for any small print that would give me a trace of who was talking to me.

Nothing.

I fell backwards in my chair and stared into the fluorescent lights above me.

Why was I always the one that weird things happened to?

another message? uh oh. :0!