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Chapter 9
Hearing whispers around me, I try to keep my focus. I can no longer move. one of the women in a blue dress is cupping my face but my eyes refuse to focus on her. Then a faceless man in a black suit leans down, cradling me in his arms. He scoops me up and continues down the corridor, following the women into a room.
"What happened?"
"I don't know, she just fell!"
"Are we going to be fired?"
"Shut up, Elise, we didn't do anything wrong!"
"Calm down, Anna. Akida will find out what happened and clear everything up."
"Hurry up unless you all really do want to lose your jobs! Benny, you get out of here. Marie, get some water. Anna, towels. I'll get her clothes."
A door closes and I feel myself being jerked around a bit. Though I can't comprehend what's happening, I feel like I should at least attempt to fight it. I try to lift my head but it fa
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