Vertigo – by Emily Dante

By the time she eventually arrived at work, the team had already had their morning ‘huddle’ and most were busy tip-tapping on their keyboards, repositioning satellites, writing reports, assisting live operations.

“Mornin’ Boss,” she swung her chair out and tossed her bag and coat on the desk.

“Olivia, you missed the brief this morning. Getting fucking tired of it, frankly.”

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