"Every Twenty-Seven Days" Brad "Oxford"

"NO ONE TALK TO ME OR, I SWEAR TO GOD, I'LL STAB SOME ONE IN THE EYE!!!" The screaming Leona Gladstone bellowed as she stomped into her office full of sterile-looking cubicles. No one spoke to her or paid her any mind; this sort of thing happened every twenty-seven days.
Leona through her leather bag down on the floor of her cubical viciously yanked her chair out from underneath her desk and sat down. Her rage calmed, soon after, and she sank into her state of passive depression.

Fín.