Tammi hated Zoom meetings, and how her colleagues sneered at her humble home. But she squared her shoulders and survived the winter.
When spring came, a skinny geek arrived with a laptop. She gave him a cup of tea and chocolate chip cookie
“This one has smellivision,” he whispered, “but I ain’t supposed to tell you.”
Tammi’s house smelled sweetly of lavender and home baking. The chief among her tormentors, however, was a less particular housekeeper and her high-rise apartment smelled of old ashtrays and feet.
Tammi said nothing, simply watching as the pack turned on its former alpha.