Monday:
Emily picked up the thick book, which had been placed in the very exact center of her desk. The precipice of paper upon which it had been teetering shifted slightly. "Who put this here?"

"I did."

"What's it for?" Emily pressed as much of herself as possible against the desk in an effort to stabilize the terrain on its surface. A stapler threw itself off the cliff and thunked on the floor.

"It's our book club book."

"We have a book club?" Emily couldn't hear her colleague's reply over the sound of the major geological event that left her desk clear and her floor very cluttered. She sighed. She put the book down in the very exact center of the desk and turned on her computer.

Tuesday:
"I'm on chapter four."

"I . . . can't find my copy."