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"... I think you have a brighter future than most people in there." He bluntly said. " you'll use that money for good and not drugs." Almost everybody was doing something to get a kick.
 
She was quiet, then burst out laughing. She laughed loudly, and almost dropped to the floor. There really wasn't anything funny about this, but the situation, it was just so unlikely. A billion to one, it was going to happen to her. She read enough to know that this stuff happened only in books. She rubbed her eyes, as her laugh died down to slight giggle.
 
"Yes?" He said waving the stack of paper in her face."
 
"Sorry, sorry." She composed herself again, "Okay, I'll try." She took the papers and looked them over, before looking up and smiling, "Thanks."
 
Charles grinned loudly. "Go win that money!" He said running back to his office.
 
She waves and goes back into her apartment. No time for dancing now. She sat the papers down on her coffee table and went to make some tea. She changed into her pajamas and sat cross-legged on the floor. She reviewed the files and drank her tea. She was almost asleep, so she got up and brewed some more tea, did a few stretches, then got back to reading the files. It was a huge pile.
 
Charles got home as well. That night he drank all alone in his apartment. About a bottle of wine and a pack of expensive cigarettes.
 
Anna fell asleep on the floor and when she woke up the next morning she was already late. She let out a big breath and called in sick. At least it'll give her more time to review this.
 
"Charles! Who did you give those papers to?" Maxwell screamed as he marched to his desk. " our company is supposed to get that money," maxwell growled.
 
Anna sat on the floor. This case was very complicated. She read over the witness statements and the original claim, the papers were as thick as a large book.
 
"well, the newspaper company took the case very well." He said, flipping through a book. "A very trusting girl...she looks as if it would be easy to solve it." He smiled.
 
Anna banged her head against her table, groaning. She stood up and set cross legged on the back of her couch, hoping a different angle would help.
 
Maxwell steamed with anger, letting it show through his bitten lips and clenched fists. He brought a hand up and slapped Charles across the face.
"Do you want to be poor!?" Maxwell screamed. Charles covered his cheek, looking up at him.
"Maybe it wouldn't if people read our magazine," Charles scoffed.
"...Shut up," Maxwell slapped his face again, and again and again. Charles was too shocked to make a move against him. Maxwell finally stopped at the fifth slap. Nobody intervened as they knew Maxwell was fueled with a white, hot, burning rage.
 
Anna ran a hand through her hair and packs up the files. "I can't." she mumbles and leaves. She headed down to the magazine office, and went up to where the cubicles were. She looked for the boy, standing on her tip toes.
 
Charles had his head laying flat onto his desk, waiting.
 
Anna finally found him, his head laid on the desk. She poked his shoulder, then stepping back. She pulled out the case file, and placed it on his desk. "It's impossible." She says dropping her eyes.
 
"It's fine..." Charles mumbled, slipping the file away from her. Maxwell ran to charles desk and took the paper, eyeing her before he left.
" what's your name again?" Charles asked.
 
"I'm Anna." She narrowed her eyes at him, she reached out, but pulled back, "D-Did someone hit you?" She asked.
 
"Why would you ask that?" Charles said.
 
She rolled her green eyes and puts her hands on her hips, "Oh you mean other than the bright red handprint on your face?"
 
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