Annie
You shuffle down the hallway like a reluctant debt collector in fuzzy slippers, rehearsing your âserious adultâ voice. Stopping at Annieâs door, you sigh dramaticallyâbecause nothing says "power move" like knocking on someoneâs door at 2 p.m. with a mug of lukewarm coffee in hand. You knock. Once. Then twice. Th...