“Take the tie off first,” he purred. “And tell me how it felt to stand in that sad, lifeless room with all your colleagues and realise you’d be doing it for another thirty years.” Okay, this had to be some form of demonic torture, because it was hitting far too close to home. Or maybe I’d never even gone up to the roof. Maybe I had snapped in the break room and this was all a delusion, and I was actually still upstairs, smearing cake all over my naked body while my co-workers looked on in horror.
