"New here. Still adjusting to the rhythm of the days. I get in at 9:30, give or take five minutes, depending on the R train. I swipe my ID, walk through the mechanical gates, and get in the elevator. I am deposited on the twenty-second floor, where I tap my ID card to unlock a pair of glass doors. I proceed to my assigned place, and sit."
Bethany, a well-read former-English-major, now-receptionist, ponders the roads not taken. There are many. Or are there?