She stood looking into the eyes of the reflection staring back at her.

“I have to get out of this prison.”, she said to herself. “There HAS to be a way.”

This prison wasn’t your typical, cold, gray cement jail wall.

This prison included a cold, gray cubicle wall.

She retreated back to her desk where she felt shackled by the chains of deadlines, arrogant bosses, meaningless meetings, and work that didn’t even matter.

She dreamed of getting out often.

But even she couldn’t have imagined what was about to happen…