Experiment Zero

I sit at the desk, lazily tapping a pencil against the surface while watching the clock ticking down the seconds at the other side of the room. Ten more minutes until I can leave and go home. Time can't pass any slower. I look at the computer screen on my right, checking for emails which aren't there, and sigh, letting my head thump onto the back of the seat. Peter, a guard, stands in a corner, watching me with wide eyes that shine with puppy-like adoration. It gets annoying, and I've tried to tell him to stop in nice ways, but he doesn't get the hint. Being a secretary is pretty boring when you work for a lab on a pretty much secret island sponsored by the government. No one wants coffee, because they're too caught up in their work, no paperwork needs to be done since scientists write down their very own notes, and basically nothing happens. I'm just a young face for everyone to look at while coming in or leaving.