"This was supposed to be delivered weeks ago!" Aya's boss bellows as she presents the envelope to him. She could only apologize weakly as she didn't know what else to do. It wasn't her fault the post office sent the package te but he would hear none of it.

  "I'm sorry sir, but I'm not in charge of when the packages get here," she whispered, trying not to irritate the old, grumpy man any further.

  He gres, flinging the parcel unto the table and cursing at her. Aya squeaks taking the trolley of mail and pushing it out of the manager's office so she could tinue her job.

  Another day another drama.

  'Why are they never grateful for their mail, I'm the tenth person they hired for this post, 't they see the problem is them?' Aya thinks as she tio leave letters and packages at the desks of the office workers.

  Many of them at Nue Corp pay her no mind as they tiheir office business, Aya shakes her head waiting to be doh this floor.

  She pushes her trolley all the way to the elevator, pressing the button that would make it open up. The ding es and she mahe metal carriage unto the ptform. Despite her audible struggles no one offers to help her.

  Aya groans, finally getting the trolley into the elevator. She takes her uniform cap off, wiping the sweat off her brow.

  When would she get a cushy office job? Or better yet when would she not have to work such grueling days for little pay?

  Pressing her back against the elevator she pulls out her phoo do some browsing as she waits for the elevator to hit the fifth floor. It would only get ruder from there.

  Clig around she sees an ad for a new game.

  'Hmm, this looks iing.' she thinks. The elevator doors open suddenly and Aya is forced to shove her phone bato her pocket.

  A man steps onto the elevator, taking one look at her he scoffs, as if having to share the space with her was somehow demeaning to him.

  "Good afternoon sir." Aya still greets cheerfully, if people wao be rude that was a refle of them not her, just as if she wao be polite, that was a refle ohe man of course pays her no mind but she simply goes about her business.

  Reag the fifth floor, she pushes the trolley out once again, the tires squeak causing the octs on the floor to gre at her.

  "Excuse me." she says, politely. Pushing the cart again, she begins the process of delivering the mail to the residents of the floor. Few thank her but a majority pay her no attention. After the work on the fifth floor, Aya checks the rest of the mail stash to see where they o go.

  "Aww man, I was hoping I wouldn't have to see her today." Aya says to herself. The final few letters were all addressed to the top floor of the Nue Corp building, the office of the pany's president and his ruthless assistant.

  Aya sighs, steeling her resolve for the iable tongue shing she would receive just for being below the woman in the work force.

  Aya persists looking forward to the day she would give the woman a piece of her mind. She would let her knoerson's worth wasn't decided by the situation they were in.

  The elevator door's open, revealing the opulence of the top floor. Bright, dazzling light shone from the delier above Aya's head making her gaze in awe every time she saw it.

  The trolley nds on the pristialian tiled floor with a squeak just in time for a blonde woman to look up and smirk.

  The president's secretary was one of the most beautiful women on the floor, shiny blonde hair adorhe top of her hair while fwless skin covered every inch of her. Pierg blue eyes twist into a gre the moment they nd on Aya.

  "Ugh, mail girl." red lined plump lips scoff in annoyance. "I thought I wouldn't have to see your mousy form here today." the woman says.

  'Likewise Viviana.' Aya thinks but she dares not say it out loud, one word from the blonde and the president would have her fired in an instant.

  "I just have the regur mail for the president and vice president." Aya says taining her ahere wasn't any reason for Viviana to treat her so badly, she was just a college aged kid trying to make it in this world.

  Yet here this older woman was, making her work life so unpleasant.

  Viviana makes an exaggerated sigh and holds her silk covered hand out to Aya for the letter. Aya packs them up hurrying over to the luxury wood table. At the st minute, Viviana pulls away letting the letters scatter all over the floor.

  Raising a hand to her lips she hides a devious grin.

  "My, My what a clumsy girl you are. I wonder what you're doing w for such a pany like Nue corp."

  Aya balls her fist, calming dowhers the letters once more. Taking note of the elegant gold trimmed packaging. She 't help but wonder where she'd seen that particur insignia from though.

  'Fancy.' she thinks.

  "Have a good day, Viviana." Aya says, though there's some bite ione as she pces the letters down on the wooden desk.

  Viviana rolls her eyes at the parting words, flipping her silky blonde hair and waving Aya away like she was nothing.

  Aya moves, pushing the y trolley into the elevator once more. Now that all the mail had bee out she would surely get some reprieve.

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  "But I just came from the fifth floor." Aya whihe head of the mail room shrugs, ung of the young girl he was w to the bohe older man takes the cigarette out of his mouth and blows the puff of smoke in Aya's face.

  "You wanna keep w here or not?" the simple question is enough to make Aya pack up the mail. With Unemployment reag 40% in Glenwood ty, she simply could not afford to lose the only job she was able to get.

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  Ohe delivery was done, Aya, exhausted from all the work pushes the trolley into it's resting pce so she could have a seat.

  Colpsing into the metal bench, she pants hard, barely able to breathe from the manual bor she'd been put through.

  Pulling out her phone she's finally able to study the ad she'd previously been looking at.

  "An mm, I've never pyed that before." she says clig about. A promotional video pys, introdug her to the world of Moon Valley.