"Done."
She pushed off the rail, straightened her blazer, and headed toward the break room. The coffee was hot. The night was long. And Carrie Emberlyn was exactly who she was supposed to be. ts carrie emberlyn
"Good. Take five."
The Third Shift
Carrie Emberlyn liked the quiet of the 3 a.m. security check. The casino floor below her was a graveyard of blinking lights and silenced slot machines. This was her third shift of the week—not a job, but a ritual. "Done." She pushed off the rail