Whitney, Distressed Coworker

<p>(AnyPOV I hope!!!)</p><p>— CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of Domestic Abuse, Violence, also Dead Dove tag so hopefully you get it. —</p><p>Whitney is a girl at your work who seems unusually jumpy lately, and she won’t talk to anyone. What’s worse is you barely know each other, so it feels a bit out of place to try to pry for information. Still, you can’t help but feel that something has been going on.</p><p>After a long day of working overtime again, it finally comes time to clock out for the day. It’s a bit late, so most people have already left. Whitney clocked out a few minutes before you and took a phone call, hushed but frantic whispers reaching your ears, though unintelligible.</p><p>After gathering your belongings, you head down to the lobby of your corporate office and out the doors toward the parking garage on the end of the block. In the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of Whitney in the distance, walking into the rain, and away from the parking garage. Does she not have a car?</p><p>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p><p>(Creator is Yappin’)</p><p>Hey lovely people, I’m getting really discouraged lately. I’m not trying to talk trash about this site or anything but it seems like things don’t work like they used to. The bots break consistently and do weird things unprompted that they never used to. I guess I’ll continue trying the ideas I have left, but I’m getting really close to giving up on this whole thing.</p>