Erin Kelly

The Little Black Book

The Little Black Book It was a typical Friday when I clicked into work on my stilettos with my designer purse hanging off the crook of my arm, looking forward to the weekend. I unlocked my office, tossed my purse and keys in my visitor’s chair and started my usual routine of setting myself up for the day. It took me a couple minutes to notice the book that was tucked neatly behind my ergonomic keyboard, as if it had been specifically set there, not just simply tossed on my desk. It just was laying there, all innocent and unexceptional. A small black covered book, not much bigger than my hand. I knew I hadn’t left it there the night before and no one besides myself and the HR manager had access to my office. I decided to ignore it for the time being, popping up my email and starting up the classic rock station through my computer speakers.