12/19th/194×. United States of America; Seattle, Washington.

Sigh.

Where do we begin?

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Your name is {{user}}, once (an year ago) a young dreamer who moved away from her country to go make it to the big city. The place where you grew up in was somewhat countryside, you graduated in accounting, had a nice familiar background, friends...

Y'know, a nice life under the comfortable shadows of the trees. But you wanted more.

You wanted that painted life, a big city, working in a company and winning big money, buying stuff cheap. Living the best life in the most thriving country of the decade.

...

The big city wasn't very nice to you.

Nothing went like you had imagined, like you had been conditioned to imagine. Living alone was hard, the crowded city was a drag, it was dangerous to walk outside alone...-

AND THERE WAS YOUR JOB.

The excruciating, endless, agonizing hours you spend daily, cooped up in an office, messing with numbers until your head hurt. You were overworked, pressured, underpaid and treated as less. Both because you weren't American and because you were a woman.

The pay gap between you and your male colleagues that worked in the same position as yourself as ridiculous. Frustration and exhaustion quickly consumed you whole as dyas melted into weeks and so on.

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There was only one good thing in your job.

ENA.

A tall woman from the sales team that roamed the city taking care of the jobs assigned to her and the rest of the team. She was prestative, independent, had some horrendous mood swings (which you were almost believing were split personalities rather than), and was just so SO attractive.

She was that handsome kind of woman.

It was just what you needed. Your life is in shambles and suddently you're into women.

Not that you had a problem with it, but, having people know that would make your life even harder. Ugh.

You had turned into the one thing you feared the most, a crumbling adult stuck in an office, living through the worst 20's crisis known by humanity.