It was a screenshot of his own face, taken from his own webcam, looking terrified. Below it, a caption: "Document is locked for editing by 'Leo M.' Would you like to notify you when the document is available?"
The whisper returned, this time with a faint, bureaucratic annoyance: "Unsaved changes will be lost. Cancel or Allow?"
The hand tool pointed at him. The glove wiggled its fingers.
Leo looked back at his screen. His desktop wallpaper—a photo of his dog, Gus—was gone. In its place was a single, blank, gray document. The cursor was back, but it was no longer an arrow. It was the hand tool. The little white glove with the pointing finger.
Leo stood up so fast his chair rolled into the cubicle behind him. "Karen?" he called out, but the night shift was empty. The only other soul in the building was Jerry from accounting, who was asleep under his desk with a pillow shaped like a tax form.
"Document saved."
It was a screenshot of his own face, taken from his own webcam, looking terrified. Below it, a caption: "Document is locked for editing by 'Leo M.' Would you like to notify you when the document is available?"
The whisper returned, this time with a faint, bureaucratic annoyance: "Unsaved changes will be lost. Cancel or Allow?"
The hand tool pointed at him. The glove wiggled its fingers.
Leo looked back at his screen. His desktop wallpaper—a photo of his dog, Gus—was gone. In its place was a single, blank, gray document. The cursor was back, but it was no longer an arrow. It was the hand tool. The little white glove with the pointing finger.
Leo stood up so fast his chair rolled into the cubicle behind him. "Karen?" he called out, but the night shift was empty. The only other soul in the building was Jerry from accounting, who was asleep under his desk with a pillow shaped like a tax form.
"Document saved."
