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Six months later… The sun was streaming through the slats on the window and into Vic’s eyes. You would think she would invest in blackout curtains with how much sleep she lost from the early rising sun and her East facing window. Her career wasn’t any help either. She would get home at all hours
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Without checking the progress of the file transfer, she snatched the silver key flash drive out of the hub. Concealing the drive in her bra, she winked at the swimsuit model cutout before proceeding out through the doors. The alarm was deafening, along with the red strobe light that illuminated the whole hallway in a
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“Oh, fuck!” the driver gasped when she saw the shadow person lurking in the corner. Her whole body tensed and she cocked her arm back in preparation for an altercation. Before she could follow through with a punch, she realized the figure lacked depth, wasn’t moving, and wore a yellow polka-dotted bikini with a lei
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The delivery driver slipped back into the lobby with a cloth mask securely fitted to her face. She glanced back and forth quickly to make sure all the office workers had left the area, verifying that there was no one hiding behind one of the many trees inhabiting the lobby. The mask she wore was
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With the grace of a blind mouse and using her ass as a battering ram, a florist delivery driver clumsily tried to enter an office building carrying a bouquet of enormous ruby red roses. The stems were tall enough that the bouquet easily dwarfed the driver carrying them. It took a few tries, but the
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