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It's a little after 2 p.m., and just as I plopped down in my seat with a freshly brewed cup of coffee--my third of the day--my desk phone rings. A hard roll of my eyes materializes at the timing--I know, it's no accident! So, I debate letting the call go to voicemail, as I am not much in the mood for what I know awaits me on the other end of it. Ringggg I sigh and reach for the headset lying next to my much-needed midday cup of coffee and place it over my head. Ringggg My finger extends towards the blaring device until it hovers over the button matching the headset, and I briefly notice the slight tremble in it. Must be the Java, I surmise. Ringggg A third ring prompts a second roll of my eyes and a mumbled promise to myself to up my search for a new gig before I lower my trembling finger down onto the button to connect the call and get what I know awaits me on the other end of it over with: an irate client. An annoying micromanaging supervisor. One or the other. It was always one or the other. Until... This 26th day of May. What awaited me upon my attempt to connect the call was not the usual. No, it was something peculiar. Something foreign. Something other fucking worldly-at least to me, it was. And it changed everything. And I do mean every. fucking. thing. about life-my life, as I'd known it to be... forever. Hello, my name is Hartley Evans, and this is my story...