The Screen

Every time I walk into her office I see it, sitting there, perched on her desk. It angers me. They thought I wouldn't notice, wouldn't notice the late night, weekend switch...but I did. I noticed it first thing Monday morning. Something was amiss. Someone had been to my desk, and now it was gone. They thought I would think it was the same one, same size, same everything, but it was not. Mine was better, and they knew it, and they became jealous. And now when I see my screen on her desk, it angers me.