Pam turned the application over in her hands.

The crisp white sheets.

The simple typeface, stark and impersonal.

She toyed with the tiny holes in the top corner where a single staple had held everything together.

She’d already inspected it three times, checking for mistakes, and she’d found nothing.

It was sort of ironic to think that, after years of mindless work at a paper company, a few simple sheets of paper would have such a profound impact on her life.

She took a deep breath, let it out slowly and evenly, and did what she did best.