I don't quite know how to start this. This is one of those "fever dream" stories, where I am completely sucked into the world but can't quite explain why. It felt so personal, like I stole someone's diary, but that someone has completely lost touch with reality. She has created entire lives and personas based off the trinkets and cleanliness of peoples desk. She has made herself out to be a maternal figure in the company, the oil in the engine that keeps it running all despite the fact she has never met any of the people who work in the building (other then the security guard and delivery guy). While she is constantly invading other peoples privacy and sabotaging those she deems ungrateful with no evidence to back it up, you can't help but root for her.

It's such an odd story, but every time I tried to put it down, I picked it right back up.