Anyone Miss Me?

If I left tomorrow, would anyone even know?

Only one way to find out: I get in early, hide in the cabinet behind my desk and wait. Could have left it much later. I wish I’d made a cup of tea. If I had, though, I’d need the loo long before lunch.


I wake up, trapped in a dark, confined space. I scream. Someone knocks on my prison.

‘Karen? Everything okay in there?’

Oh blast.

‘Fine. Just looking for something.’

‘Brilliant. My report ready?’



That’s a no, then. If I stay in my cabinet, will anyone fire me?