Where does your mind go on a long run? In this story: Jane Trumper, Martin Pluss and Tim Turner.
I sat at my desk, squirming.
4:39 pm on the computer’s clock.
The call-centre buzzed with life, everyone was chattering madly, answering questions and addressing callers’ anger.
Tepid, conditioned air lay heavy on me, stinging my nose and closing my throat.