“MLSA000235 Has been successfully transferred to Sector B on Level 0.”
After reading the message on her monitor, John leaned back in her chair, sighed, and tucked an errant strand of her red hair behind her slightly pointed ear.
‘I am so sorry, Melissa. I will make it up to you, I promise. Just hold on a little longer.’
She looked up from her monitor to glare at the door across the hall from her office. ‘Once I am certain He has forgotten about you, and the new year passes, I will move you somewhere you deserve to be, instead of that rat hole I just had to place you in.’
She then turned back to her desk
“END OF SHIFT.” her armband said, causing Melissa to quietly sigh in relief and step away from the belt.
'Finally. These 12 hour days are a killer, but, it's better than the alternative...'
With tools in hand, she started following everyone else off the floor, only stopping when they reached the Overseer, a giant brute of an Orc, to drop off their tools for the day. When it was her turn, Melissa quickly and cleanly placed her tools into the appropriate bin. Once she got the affirmative nod and grunt from the Orc, she then continued off the floor and out of the building, passing the next shift as she did so.
As she looked around
