“I feel like people use me as a special tool. Forgotten in a box until my brain or skills are needed, used and put away again.” I said, checking my files for the requested piece of info.
Ty looked up at the screen, somewhat startled. “You said something? Sorry didn't hear, I was chatting with Mia.”
“I was just muttering to myself…” “Yeah ok. Did you find it?” “Yes, I'm sending it now.” “Thanks! We got to go out for a coffee or something, I'll call you!”
Ty didn't wait for my answer before ending the call.
“No, you won't”, I sighed, “You won't “
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