TS Carrie Emberlyn
"Done."
"Good. Take five."
The night supervisor, a gruff woman named Delia who'd never once misgendered her, laughed. "Coffee's fresh. You did the west stairwell log?" ts carrie emberlyn
A slot machine on the floor below flickered to life—a glitch, probably. The reels spun on their own, then stopped on three cherries. No one was there to collect. Carrie smiled. TS Carrie Emberlyn "Done