My junior ballet teacher told me she was a secretary for a spy.

I spent countless family dinners imagining her adventures. She’d chaîné down halls lined with gadgetry and tuck her feet into fifth position beneath an imposing mahogany desk.

This last year, she filed my taxes. I didn’t ask.

Jaye Kasey is a script and copywriter who loves daydreaming about the improbable and transcribing all of her most hilarious conversations into her notes app.