D E C I S I O N
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  In conclusion, the blonde still gratefully accepted the male's humble offer.

  She hastily jaunts down the grey sidewalk of Kaluden street, cool wisps of wind lightly brushing against the microscopic hairs on her flesh. She wore a polished pair of ebony pumps, along with a matching blazer, that genuinely complimented the color choices of her outfit.

  She occasionally had to tug at the vermilion skirt that consistently rose up on her voluptuous curves. With every sharp turn she did, she would turn her head to glance around, to fend of suspicious looks. She sighs and hastily takes a brief glimpse at her golden wrist-watch, breaking out into rushed caper. It was five-minutes-to-seven; the air was damp and humid, befitting the serene environment of the morning.

  She searches around frantically, knowing that there was no way that he tardiness would be excused, considering how strict the facility seemed. She exhales deeply, recalling she'd definitely be late if she didn't speed up. Unfortunately, she wasn't financially stable enough to buy her own car; which was why she'd been hauling out for a decent job, for the entirety of two weeks.

  Squatting down, she removes her heels from her aching feet, and ties her golden locks into a perfectly secure ponytail. Clutching her pumps in her left hand, she began to run briskly. As her chest heaves up and down, she swipes small beads of perspiration from the top of her forehead. To be honest, there was nothing that she'd rather do than turn back to her apartment, and flop onto the mattress of her comfy bed.

  But, of course, that wasn't an option as of now.

  She turned another sharp corner and came face-to-face with the almost translucent building she'd been, ever-so-desperately, searching for.

The largest and most successful company in America..

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Dragneel Corporations.

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