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The virus was raging throughout the world, and Prism was working around the clock to find a cure. Dr. Hart was running people around as if they were chickens with their heads chopped off. While she didn't directly work under Dr. Hart, she still heard her yapping from a mile away. She was simply a research intern, but her internship meant that she was a little pawn in everyone's game. But if it meant finding a cure for this deadly virus and returning to a sense of normality, she didn't care.

That morning, Ella walked into Prism Bio with her mask on and a coffee in hand. She knew that mask breath mixed with coffee was going to be disgusting, but she had a pack of gum in her bag. Her hair was pulled up in a bun, perfect and pristine. She smiled at the person at the front desk, realizing her mistake a second after. "Good morning," she called in passing, waving her fingers before she headed deeper into the building. She had been told the day before that she would be working in Dr. Ophelia Hart's area for the day.

That was one thing about her internship; even though she was research, she fluttered around between different areas - getting a feel for each section within the company. But it didn't mean she had a lot of clearance; she didn't know everything nor see everything. Her heels clicked against the ground as she made her way to where she would be working for the day. She moved her mask a little to take the last few sips of her coffee and dump it in the trash nearby.