Stacked [Open to Patients]
The files on her desk seemed to have multiplied. Sofia was not the type to lie to herself. She knew that she’d been neglecting her work in favor of some extra-curricular research. The past few months had produced some threads of investigation that were hard to put down. The people that ran Thornewood were more suspicious than she’d originally assumed. Once she’d started looking, the signs were everywhere. It was the Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon. She knew too much now, and things that would’ve otherwise passed by her periphery were highlighted all around her.
Sofia closed her laptop and sighed. The stacks of paperwork needed to be dealt with. They were beginning to obscure her carefully outlined calendar of appointments. A knock at the door startled the blonde and she looked up, papers still in hand. “Yes, come in.” She called out, tilting her head to see the figure in the doorway.