A single clock ticked away on a blank white wall relentlessly telling of how late it was getting. Soft golden light from a heavily dimmed lamp illuminated a desk where one woman sat eyes glued to what was in front of her. Three more hours and she would call it quits. Most of the others had gone home for the night but the figures didn’t add up and that didn’t sit well with her. A coworker had brought it to her attention before they left and like all the others he told her because he didn’t want to deal with it. He knew she would. They thought of her as their fall girl and no matter how many times she tried to get away from that they kept pulling her back.<br/><br/>Head resting on her left hand, elbow used as the base, she started at the papers in front of her. A stack of books, folders, and other papers balanced precariously at the edge of the desk while other random files, papers, pens, pencils, and knick-knacks surrounded her. This was not even her desk. The one she had broke. The legs collapsed when she set her laptop on it, which cracked the screen in the process. In some ways she saw it only fitting. Why just have one thing go wrong when everything could?<br/><br/>A long slow sigh left her as tired eyes stared at a problem she could not solve. A lock of curly blonde hair fell in front of her face, she brushed it aside, placing behind her ear. It never stayed there she didn’t know why she bothered. Grumbling something she stood up and moved toward the small in office kitchen. Her lunch was in there, uneaten and waiting for her but she was going for something else. Coffee. There was still a little left and it was still good too. Pouring herself a glass she took a long swig and sighed contented as she went back to those numbers.<br/><br/>She’d been over them more times than she could count, each time using a different calculation or combination of numbers. Each time she was one off. It was driving her crazy but if the numbers didn’t match up then the company was losing money and she couldn’t even tell where that was happening. Setting the ‘I love Mondays’ glass on the only open spot on the desk she went back at it when a noise pulled her away. A small smile touched her face when she saw Hank walk in. He was the late night janitor. Always happy to see people, always ready for a talk. She liked him and he was the only one in the place who didn’t treat her like someone who shouldn’t be there or a tool to be used and thrown away. She really needed to get a new job.<br/><br/>He went about his business while she did her own. By the end of the three hours she still could not find what was wrong and gave up. She would write a note for Mark later and tell him what she had done and a few of her suspicions. He could figure it out from there. Gathering some files she had to look over for tomorrow for her own work she put them in a messenger bag with some other things and threw on a thin coat. It wasn’t that could just a slight chill. Her lunch could stay in there till tomorrow as long as it had her name on it no one would touch it. The only thing she really had to do was wash out the glass and put it back, the coffee pot long since drained of it’s dark magical fluid.