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She closed her eyes with great difficulty, her eyeballs feeling like balls of burning lead. A small river of a mixture of blood and tears trickles down her waterline, as several thoughts cloud her empty mind.

A pretty woman in an expensive and tailored suit and golden jewellery paces around the meeting room, speaking eloquently as her silky and dulcet voice silences the members in the room. Several pairs of eyes gaze at her with admiration, listening minutely to her every word, every letter.

Her slender hands make subconscious gestures as she explains her new marketing strategy in simple and easy language. Her (h/c) locks cascade across her back, swaying with every movement.

After she concludes, the room roars with applause, the spectators nodding in agreement to her statement, an impressed smile on their faces. Both her content and her delivery was, as usual, nothing short of perfection...

...

Perfection...

...After all, what less could be expected from the glorious and wonderful (y/n), Head of the Marketing department in the Myers Corporation?

The majestic woman, whose every step was precise and calculated, whose every word was thought out, whose every breath, every smile, every movement, every act...

...was carefully practiced in front of the mirror?

Like a grand play she was taking part in, as the main lead?

...what less could be expected from her, rather than absolute...

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Her life was nothing but a show on the stage of the world, where her thirsty paparazzi would gawk at her magnificence, as she would strictly follow a pre-written script - one written by the Myers Corporation, the 'God', the center of her universe.

She was promised nothing but luxury and power, if only she could take part in the huge play, imparting her wisdom onto her lowly s̶l̶a̶v̶e̶s̶ juniors and acting as a flawless and influential woman.

By the Myers Corporation, she was promised a huge paycheck, and respect from her coworkers and juniors, if only she did her job with diligence and efficiency...

...if only she played along with the script.

She scoffed, the irony choking the life out of her.

How could they expect her to keep playing along with the act, if they themselves went off script?

The plot was supposed to be of a heavenly paradise, one with huge mansions costing fortunes, designer clothing and luxurious cars...

...not a rotting hell.

...not a horrifying pile of metal.

...not a bloody endoskeleton.

...not her organs being ripped apart, replaced with the coldness of mechanical parts.