Monique was having the most harrowing day she had experienced in quite some time. Anything that could possibly go wrong was doing so, in a big way.
First, there was no hot water when she turned on her shower, then she had to forage through her kitchen cabinets for a jar of instant coffee since she had apparently forgotten to buy K-cups yesterday. Getting dressed was no easier, as she went through four pair of hose before finding one without a run or hole.
All of this meant that she was fifteen minutes late leaving for work, so rather than walking she hailed a cab and managed to drop into her desk chair at precisely 9 AM.
Ten minutes later, Derek, her supervisor, strolled into her office. "So--ready for the big presentation at 10?"
"Sure thing," Monique responded, reaching toward the space beside her chair to grab her laptop bag. In that instant, she felt her stomach churn and her entire body go weak. Her laptop--with the only copy of this morning's presentation to a major client--was somewhere out in the city, in the backseat of a cab.
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