The message finally came. He was headed towards the break room.

A wave of relief flooded her overworked system, muscles relaxing, airways opening.

It was somewhat irritating that she was allowing herself to be so affected by the goings-on in Scranton, even if they were her doing.

The whole point of the plan was to put him through all of the painful feelings and decisions and situations that she had been put through.

She wasn’t supposed to be affected by it, because he hadn’t been.

She rolled her eyes and stretched.

Then again, she hadn’t gotten clandestine notes either.

Hmm.