White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

breakroom down the hall and the occasional rustle of a magazine. It was exactly two o’clock. The walls were painted a sterile shade of pale green that reminded me of my grade school cafeteria, and the light from the fluorescent tubes overhead made the red marks on my cheekbones feel even hotter than they were. I sat on a low, brown vinyl chair that continue reading …