I ended up taking half my case files with me just to spite Jeffery and his ridiculous demand. Since he was my boss, I couldn’t exactly tell him no… but there was a small sliver of rebellion I could get away with as long as I wasn’t too outlandish about it.
Before the sun even rose, I left Poughkeepsie. Since the drive to D.C. was just under six hours away, I wanted to make plenty of headway before I got stuck in the inevitable commuter traffic. I hoped to hit Virginia by the time noon hit, but something inside me was telling me my goal was a little out of reach.
It wouldn’t stop me from trying, though.
My first stop was at a gas station next to the highway to grab some snacks for my drive. I’d taken a few trips out to D.C. before—most of them consisted of providing more hands for case files and sifting through the actual trenches of complete disarray that seemed never-fucking-ending.