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28 Days After

She walked into the room, as if she held all the power, and yet nobody knew of her. Her voice echoed through the air; with each word she spoke. All their eyes focused on her, never glancing anywhere else, and their heads moved up and down, in a way of comprehension, but also in fear of the consequences if they didn’t fully understand.


Her eyes were the most prominent feature on her face, grabbing your attention as they drew you in. All joy she could feel was concealed by the dark, grey irises, the colour of a late winter sky. Her hair was an opaque ebony, held tightly on the top of her head, with not a single strand out of place. Her narrow shoulders supported her long neck, which was covered by a black choker. She was an unusual woman for this place, with her strong-limbed, tall, and rather slim frame. Other women in the room, quivered under her gaze, whilst the men challenged her stare with their own, standing their ground, as if threatened by her presence. Her hands were clasped in front of her body, pulling the blazer tighter over her breasts. The badge, clipped onto her black trousers, increased the fear in the room.


Everyone could see her at the head of the table, feet apart and her head held high. The windows of the room were covered by the blinds, hiding what was happening inside from the rest of the office.


“I thank you all for your cooperation within this matter, and hope we can resolve it quickly,” she stated, and then collected all her materials, and swiftly left the room, the sound of her heels resonating throughout the room adding certainty to what has just happened. The people left let out sighs of relief, and their shoulders relaxed.


“Thank god that’s over. I thought she’d never leave,” Jason, the chief of this department, cried out after the door was shut. They knew that somebody was coming to question them about what had happened that night, but they thought Mr Jameson would come instead.


Mr Jameson was a friend of theirs, and somebody who they trusted to have their backs. This woman though, was somebody completely new, who threw their whole plan into upheaval. She breathed perfection and punishment. Her whole attire was slick and clean – the opposite to what they’re used to. Mr Jameson had been an associate of everyone in the room for some time, and so it had been thought that he would be the one to deliver the news and the next steps. Instead this unfamiliar woman turned up, barking out orders and assuming everyone would follow them obediently. How wrong she was!


The matter was a serious one. One that needed to be handled with care, and consideration for not only the people involved, but also for the public. If it was made known nationally, there would be dire consequences, and uproar, which nobody could handle – although the woman thought she could.

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