Rooting for the Apocalypse (3)

Drama ensues when Athena invites her dirtbag boyfriend on her dysfunctional family’s vacation.

I sit in a beige chair in front of a beige computer mounted on a beige desk that lines the beige walls. To my right, so close that his elbow invades my space, sits Mike. No one sits to my left. Seniority has given me the prized position by the door. Beyond Mike are more drones, typing at more computers, twelve of us in this tiny room, with beige walls, and high AC, and fluorescent bulbs. The smell is ...