 Open. Someone save her from a late evening.
It was late, most people in the office had already left but not her. Even though she had been staying late over the last few weeks to help out with all of the memos, it was now time for her to catch up with her own paper work.
Leaning back, she stretched her arms high into the sky, her hands interlocked as she took a small break from completing the paper work in front of her, her eyes on some of the pictures dotted around her neat cubicle. If a stranger were to look at her cubicle, they would find several pictures of her family and siblings spread out on the desk, several potted plants that hung from various odd places and a neat paper stack on her desk of her already completed stack of paper work.
With a small sigh, she picked up her quill and began to finish her last budget plan for the day, knowing fully that she most likely wouldn’t get out of her until after midnight.
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