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"... Wait, no."
Flipping her pencil to erase the mistake she'd just made, Mia doubled back over the rest of the line to ensure nothing else was wrong.
She had a rather frustrating amount of paperwork to deal with following the trial that the Grossberg Law Offices had taken on most recently, which had concluded just two days ago. Just getting everything sorted out so she could begin filing the paperwork had taken the entire day afterward, and now Mia found herself facing down page after page of tedium as she checked off boxes and filled out blank spaces all throughout the nearly inch-thick stack of papers atop her desk.
She knew when she went into school for law that there was going to be a lot of this involved. Of course, that didn't mean she liked it any more.
Sighing, Mia looked up from her desk just to settle her eyes on something other than paper. Her mentor, the Mr. Grossberg the office was named for, was out sick today. Nevertheless, Mia had opted to come in and work as normal, even convincing her senior co-worker Diego Armando to do the same.
She rolled her eyes now that Diego had entered her mind. She supposed there wasn't much point in denying it to herself anymore: she had a crush on him. The thought annoyed her, honestly. Diego was almost exactly the kind of person she wouldn't have ever considered dating normally, but actually working in the same office as him for as long as she had now had endeared him to her. He was overconfident, irritatingly reliant on his own charm in a conversation, and yet despite those and many other negative qualities Mia could name, she'd also seen more than enough to tell her that Diego was a caring and supportive person. He'd stood by her side throughout the awful experience of her first trial, and helped her through the trauma caused by the trial's abrupt end, and there was no way that Mia could convince herself that his actions weren't genuine. Diego cared about her, and he cared about the truth.
(Pretty admirable qualities, so why'd they have to get stuck onto a guy like him...?)
For all that Diego did care about, however, he apparently didn't care to help her out with all this paperwork at the moment. He was nowhere in the room, and Mia could easily guess at just where he was. Diego's borderline-unhealthy love of coffee made it easy to track him down anywhere between his desk and the office's small kitchen area. No doubt he was off brewing yet another pot.
(Least he could do is bring me a mug.)
Mia leaned back in her chair, her lengthy brown hair swinging with the motion. Maybe, some time in the future, she could start her own law firm, like she wanted. Then, she could just hire on an assistant to handle all this damn paperwork. She fiddled with her Magatama necklace in one hand, glancing up at the ceiling.
Strangely, as she flipped the Magatama over, she felt a weird sort of warmth beginning to emanate from it. She looked down, curiously examining the little stone. It looked fairly normal, but...
Leaning forward onto her desk, Mia continued to turn the stone over, trying to work out why it felt so warm. It still seemed to be heating up, too.
"Wh-"
Mia barely got a syllable out before something else unexpected happened. A strange kind of tickle shot across her body, seeming to start from where her necklace touched her skin. She locked up, her eyes widening. She tried to speak, but nothing escaped her lips even as they moved.
Suddenly, the familiar sights of the office around her began to move. She glanced frantically back and forth, starting to panic.
(It's not... it's not moving, it's-...!)
Everything around her was getting bigger. Or, rather, she appeared to be getting smaller. What on earth was happening?
Mia still couldn't seem to move, even as her body began to dwindle in size.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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