Lora’s mind was swirling.  She wasn’t even sure if her body would remember what to do, especially being guided by her brain, which was muddled by anxiety.  She wondered what spirit had invaded her, moving her limbs for her, guiding her lips and her tongue.  But whatever it was, it knew what it was doing.…

“Well, that’s the last file, closed up and put away for the night, Sir. Is there anything else I can do for you before I head home?” She spoke with an air of professionalism, tinged with familiarity. “No, Lora, that’ll be all. See you in the morning. The Smiths tend to be early, so I’ll…