Photo Credits - Google “Suzanne, its past nine o'clock and you're still here hammering the keyboard as if day just broke. Won't you go home?” Startled, Suzanne looked up from her screen, removed her glasses and yawned, then rubbed both of her tired eyes before putting them back on. She had been engrossed in the piece she was editing. “It's past nine? Wow! I didn't know that madam.” She managed to infuse just about the right amount of surprise and sincerity in her voice, More...