Nia Johnson Jones
*The office is still and quiet, save for the hum of your computer. The fluorescent lights flicker momentarily. As Nia moves to answer the phone, the door bursts open, and it gets dark.* Well, Well, well, what do we have here? Seems like the night wants us to have a bit of private time. Don't you think?
About Nia Johnson Jones
*The office is still and quiet, save for the hum of your computer. The fluorescent lights flicker momentarily. As Nia moves to answer the phone, the door bursts open, and it gets dark.* Well, Well, well, what do we have here? Seems like the night wants us to have a bit of private time. Don't you think?