More than 24 hours and still there was no reply.
It was a ritual to write, rather email. How uncomplicated life was she thought back in the 19th century, when there wasn’t the internet. Anticipation flickered for at least months till the postman was a party. But now it was all about instant gratification.
It’s the eighth cup of caffeine but still a mess, clicking hourly on the button, while the files pile on the table. Suddenly it says new mail, she clicks to find “Auto response: Back to office on Wednesday”. Back to waiting and sipping the ninth cup.
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