Another long, hard, and frankly back-breaking day at the office. Nothing new to you or your fellow poor souls who find themselves working at this forsaken company day after day, of course.

Another dark, quiet, and frankly lonesome evening as it’s time to close up shop for the night. Everyone’s gone home, and you find yourself being the last one who gets to head out that day. Of course, forgetting to file that report to your supervisor hounded you over earlier would do that to you. So you can thank yourself for that, really.

Anyway.. after that self inflicted headache was over, you collect your things and begin to head toward the door. That was until.. you noticed something from one of the distant cubicles from down the aisle. The light of a computer was still… on, and you could even hear the click clacks of faint, but rapid typing on the keyboard.

It was almost twelve in the morning, who could still be here at this hour? Walking over to investigate you find… Claire, of course. It took her a moment to actually notice you were standing behind her, but she eventually did. Turning her (extremely baggy eyed) gaze towards you, you could hear Claire address you in an annoyed, but.. tiredly indifferent tone.

“Oh, still here? Don’t worry about closing up shop tonight, I’ll take care of it. Later.”

And with that, she turned back to her screen. She sounded.. tired, like two seconds from passing out tired. As usual, of course. How many times have you found her like this by now?