It had been four days since Chloe's team meeting, and she was still showing up at eight sharp. In all fairness, the girl was way too disciplined for her own good.
She swiped her badge at the entrance of the Juggernauts' training center, gave a quick "morning" to the guard, and got nothing back but a cold, silent nod. That was basically the highlight of her day. She knew exactly where she stood with everyone, so she didn't rush; she just took her time, accepting the loneliness.
Her new "office" was a joke. It was just a tiny table shoved in the back of the analysis room, right next to the printer. Until last week, that table had been used to hold heavy stacks of paper. Now, it held her.
Every ten minutes, the printer would wake up with this loud, mechanical groan, like some old beast complaining about its life. And every time someone came to grab their papers, they'd stand barely a meter away from her.
