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She was famished. [break][break]

Her schedule was working; work, work, work-- She was getting sick and tired of the same old, boring schedule every single waking moment of her life. Since her brother's disappearance, she felt the pressuring gazes around the company. She could feel the gazes of other business partners (daggers that pierced her, as cruel and as heartless as she remembers) and the approaching dread that came with coming face to face with another one of her employees. It never sat well with her; this was originally hers. It was, originally, supposed to be hers by right and by age until it was snatched and stolen (but she was no better, running to hide after the other took her burdens). How cruel a sister she was. [break][break]

No matter how much she complains, she knows that it won't pull her brother out of hiding - wherever he had gone. Nevertheless, she works. She works as hard as she can, each and everyday, even when it's against her will. She groans. She wanted to go home after a long day, after the work had stacked up. In spite of how much she generally complained and wheezed, she was still productive and diligent. Despite the glares and the expectations, she met them (but she was never good enough; her mind refuses to conjure any other belief).[break][break]

She walks out of the sliding doors, waving off to the few people standing by the reception. She wasn't one of the last people to leave, but she most certainly wasn't the first. Tonight happened to be a night where she was working late, and now it was the dead of the night. As a result, she didn't see any vehicles clearly from where she stood - not like she'd care, anyways. Her own car wasn't too far from the headquarters, but she always felt that same dread. [break][break]

She sighs softly; was she just overthinking it? That was most likely the case. [break][break]

Oh, how wrong she was.