“Miss Stewart?” My assistant addressed.

I nodded.

“Is something wrong?” I asked her. Although I didn’t know her name, I knew that she wasn’t a naturally inquisitive person.

“No, Miss. I’m so sorry.” She turned around for a second, then looked back at me. “I just passed you at your desk.”

“I’m just coming back from lunch.” I frowned. “I’ve barely been at my desk all day.”

“I’m so sorry, Miss. I must have seen wrong.”

“Thank you.”

I kept walking, head naturally held high. I smiled tightly and nodded every time I passed another person.

With every click of my heels, I felt more and more nervous. The office staff walking by me frowned, and looked confused.

What was going on?

One of my associates, Mr. Lee, came and shook my hand.

“Thanks so much for approving my proposal so fast. I thought you’d have so much feedback, so I’m really glad it was good as it was.” He said, nodding enthusiastically.

“I’m sorry?” Mr. Lee’s proposals always needed another person’s opinion. I’d been putting off looking at it, and still hadn’t opened the file.

“The proposal.” Mr. Lee looked at me funny. “You approved it an hour ago.”

“Excuse me.” I said distractedly. I pushed past him, making a beeline for my desk.

I arrived at my office, a clean room with a large window. The door was closed, but I could hear a keyboard clicking inside.

I fumbled with my key, unlocking the door.

“Who’s in my office?” I demanded to know, throwing the door open.

I stepped purposefully into the room, a power move I’d used for years.

I took a step back, astonished by what sat in front of me.

No, it definitely wasn’t a mirror.

We wore different clothes; had different hair styles; her acne was severely out of control; but she looked like me.

I knew she wasn’t me. She couldn’t have been. I was standing by the door. She was at my desk.

Why was she at my desk?

“Who are you?” I managed to ask.

“Who are you?” She echoed, clearly scared.

I stood tall, remembering myself. “I’m Joanne Stewart.” I looked at her expectantly.

“I’m Janelle Stave.” She said. Then she gestured at the card on the desk. “J.S.”

I was annoyed now. “I’m J.S.”

“I don’t know you.” Janelle got to her feet. “I arrived here this morning for a job interview, and some woman said I should get started right away.”

“Who?”

“I think her name was Mary.”

Was Mary my assistant?

“I’m so sorry for all the confusion, Janelle. You don’t work here. I do. I’ve been working in this office for three years.”

I looked at her expectantly. When she didn’t take the hint: “Out!”

“No! You think you can walk right in here looking like me, and steal this job out from under me?”

I had to admit, Janelle and I were pretty similar.

Just then, Mr. Lee entered the room.

“Ms. Stewart, is everything alright?” He looked between me and Janelle. “Oh.

“And who might you be?” He asked, directed at me.

“That’s Janelle Stave.” Janelle frowned. “She came in here demanding that this was her job.”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Stave. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Mr. Lee said.

“What? No!” I cried, forgetting my composure.

Janelle picked up the phone. “Hi, will security please come to office 322?” She paused. “Thanks so much.”

“I can’t believe this, Lee.” I rolled my eyes. I saw Janelle nod, as if she was planting the name in her head. “She’s clearly lying!”

Before Mr. Lee could open his mouth, the loud boots belonging to a security guard made their way to the centre of the room.

“Come with me, Ma’am.” The guard said. He grabbed my arm, and began dragging me out of the building.

What will I do now?