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The brunette wandered into the building, heels clicking against the ground as she moved her hand up to adjust her mask. Brushing strands of brunette hair and trying to fix it with the strap of her mask. One of the many things that she hated about wearing a mask is the rope around her ear, getting annoying. That and she couldn't exactly wear lipstick without it smearing on the inside. And don't even get her started on the bad breath.

Her heels clicked throughout the building as she made her way to the President's office, taking her spot just outside at her desk. She placed her bag down, slipping into the seat and kicking off her heels. If she had any say, she wouldn't wear heels, but she enjoyed taking them off once at her desk. Was it a good idea? Probably not. Especially if Mr. Monroe called her into the office, and she was unable to come promptly because her heels were off.

Ever since that tour that she absolutely failed to get away from without getting caught by another member, she was sure that she was on Mr. Monroe's shit list. But he hadn't said anything to her. She sighed, moving her seat closer to the computer, and began to log in; it was then over the computer screen that she took note of a family figure. Her eyes looked up, and she smiled beneath the mask, "Good morning, Miss Monroe," she said, greeting Phoebe as she drew closer.