Shit shit shit shit shit.
Things are going wrong. Everywhere.
Randall looked at the queue. He thinks I'm responsible for the message. He's giving me nothing but black looks all fucking day. Half the time he's on the phone, murmuring. He never fucking murmers. Randall barks.
He's got us on overtime, doing this security audit of the website. He's deleting everything related to Ed. Why? WHY IS HE DOING THIS?
Miriam's confused and I don't think there's a thing I can say to her - not when she's on the other side of two server racks and Randall is on the other side of this desk. Murmuring.
I'm blogging this because... because they took Ed. They must have. And if they'll take Ed, they might take me.
If (holy hell, IF) I get home tonight, I'm grabbing the few things I need and leaving.
Somebody fucking help me.
3 comments:
Alex??
What do you mean you're leaving!
Who's "they"? You cannot seriously believe Randall or someone is going to come and kidnap you from your flat
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