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A sharp exclamation pierced the air, the second fall proving even more jarring than the first, likely leaving behind a painful lump on her skull.

Summoning an unwavering strength, Millie stood, determined to rise above the discomfort. Casting her gaze about the restroom, she identified no one in sight, yet the telltale evidence of deliberate malfeasance was unmistakable-the floor awash with hand sanitizer.

Son of bitch!

Uttering an internal curse, she inhaled deeply, regaining her composure as she cleansed herself at the sink. With a swift motion, she tamed her tousled hair, surveying her reflection in the mirror.

Lips pursed in defiance, Millie’s thoughts gathered. A mere return to work had been met with such an unwelcoming reception, suggesting an unsettling eagerness for her return on someone’s part.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Determined to prioritize her own well-being, Millie took a detour to the infirmary. Ointment for her bruised skin was procured, followed by a visit to the logistics department, culminating in the acquisition of a fresh chair.

domain, Millie unceremoniously deposited the new chair and slid it

help but admire Millie’s resilience-rather than retreating to recover from the ordeal, Millie

noise generated by the chair’s movement, Millie continued to

workspace,

scrutiny,

“What’s the matter?”

demeanor, Millie leisurely placed a bottle of hand sanitizer onto

sanitizer a

devoid of anger, resonated with

of the hand sanitizer bottle. Though her conscience weighed heavily, she remained resolute in her decision to withhold any admission of her involvement in both the chair incident and the

retort carried a certain vehemence, her words laced

this? Do you think I can’t manage it on my