In a certain office building, the plain looking middle aged woman with the strict bun stood before an elevator, in the same attire as earlier, belying the fact that a day had passed.
The exhaustion marring her face despite her pretense of calmness cultivated through the years battling in a world biased toward the male sex spoke of the amount of work she had been burdened with during the recent period, and maybe the implications the results would entail.
*Ping*
The sound of the elevator opening made her raise her spirit since weakness was a sin and showing it equated to letting blood flow in sharks infested waters.
