The buzzer on Erica’s hip vibrated, a sharp, insistent hum against her bone. 1230. The numbers glowed on the pager’s small screen, and a slow, secret smile touched her lips. The entire monotonous morning suddenly had a purpose, a thrilling destination. Every tedious task she completed - restocking the stationary aisle, straightening up the toy section - was just a step closer to her reward. A familiar, hot coil of anticip...