Taste of Sabotage

Stella

I’m sitting by myself in the breakroom, my fingers wrapped around a cardboard cup of coffee from the vending machine. The coffee has already gone cold, but it’s not like I was drinking it anyway. The taste was too bitter for what I need right now.

Vance stepped out just a few minutes ago. He said he had to make a call, and I’m too numb to question it. Right now, I welcome the silence of th