Mercy eyed the diamond studded watch gracing her wrist as her frown deepened.

Bola was late again and sitting inside her car for nearly an hour has never been on her to-do list of fun events. Despite the comfort of her C-Class, she was beginning to feel claustrophobic. She had suggested waiting at an exotic restaurant but Bola, for some unknown reason had insisted on the scary location.

Pulling down the sun visor above her head to block out the piercing beam of the early morning sunlight, she caught sight of the tired eyes staring back at her in the mirror. You need more rest, a small voice in her head pointed out.

Trying to ignore the obvious dark circles beneath her eyes, she focused on the white mask covering part of her face. It clung to her like an ugly appendage and reminded her of aliens in sci-fi movies...

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