When Daphne encounters someone from her past at work, it throws her for a loop. (Photo by Adrian Berg, Flickr)

Daphne sat in her cubicle at the bank crunching ice as she went over the mortgage papers for the Chesterfield account. Everything looked in order, so the closing on their house should be easy peasy. She hated when things went haywire at the last minute, so she always did her best to ensure her clients had nothing to complain about, that the titles were clear and there were no troublesome liens that came out of nowhere only to surprise everyone involved. She had just slipped all of the paperwork into a folder when she heard a tapping on her wall. “Oh hi Mr. Price,” she said, smiling up at her boss.