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"Next page please....." The boredom was evident in Mila's voice. She had been reading the same book for over two hours and the water in the bathtub which had been steaming hot when she stepped into it was now luke warm. With an irritated sigh she reached down to the plug to let out some of the cooled water. The slurping sounds it made while running down the drain were too to handle for the sensitive piece of technology facing the bathtub. "Command not recognized, please turn of all other disturbances and repeat your message" [i]Ughhh whatever[/i] She was getting annoyed by little things and it was an obvious hint she had to stop reading. Her hand snaked around the tap to turn on the hot water for the second time. There was nothing in any of the books she'd gone through the past two months. This was another fruitless attempt to find even the smallest of leads that there was a way to do it. Steam filled the air, clouding over the mirrors of the luxurious bathroom. Mila submerged herself shifting until she was laying on her side. Little bubbles of air floated to the surface in regular intervals. It looked like she was breathing but it was merely an illusion, something to lure in the curious and unsuspecting victim. The tub was no lake but submerging herself like this even in a few inches of soapy water relaxed her body and emptied her thoughts. 

The bathroom was equipped with all manners of modern technology. A smart tv was neatly build into the wall facing the bathtub, it worked on voice command as did the blasted phone which she could hear even as it was diluted by the water. The ringtone was set to sound like an alarm clock or something annoyingly similar. She rose with a groan, splashing water everywhere out of frustration. [i]Really?[/i] She couldn't have a few minutes to empty her head from those mind numbing texts. She loved reading that wasn't the issue but scrutinizing every sentence and word to find something nearly impossible put her patience to the test. "Answer incoming call" She spoke in a clear voice. "Mila?" A cheerful voice sounded on the other end. "Yes...." She answered. [i]Of course it was her, she dialed her number so what did she expect.[/i] "How are you doing sis!? "Can you please not be so disgustingly cheerful" Mila said in a tone which surprised even her. It was a fact, she really needed to stay away from her research for a while. It was starting to mess with her in ways she didn't like. "Sorry I...." "Hey I get it, really, so how's the research coming along" "Nothing new if that's what you wanted to know" She said, trying not to sound like she was pitying herself. She drew her legs up to her chest, resting her chin on her knees, a look of disappointment drawing her features down. "Oh poor little Mila" "How do you think the others did it?, they weren't wining after two months you're over a century old for Gods sake" Obviously she failed in her attempts not to pity herself. "Well they're not around to tell me now are they?" She spat, her accent growing thicker as her anger rose. She excited the bathtub with yet some more splashing. 

Mila didn't bother with a bathrobe and grabbed a towel from the rack, not to dry herself off but to clean the mirrors. She sat down in front of the mirror and started to run a ornate silver comb through her wet locks. It was a tedious job but one she'd perfected and enjoyed. She was so absorbed in the simple task she didn't notice the small metal sphere whizzing past her. It came in such a rush that it crashed into one of the mirrors sending glass flying in every direction. It surprised her but she was largely unfazed. She eyed the sphere carefully while taking out some of glass that stuck in her skin. The cuts were bloodless and it was disturbing to see the carelessness with which she took them out. It was a letter, she'd seen them being used before. Now she was curious. In the last two months she'd only received one of these. An invitation to attend dinner with the famous founders of Bain & Hoyle at the Boston Branch. She left the bathroom and made her way to the bedroom to get dressed, the letter following behind her. While reading it she was also picking out something to wear, only when she was halfway in did it become interesting leaving her clothes for what they were. What did Mr Hoyle possibly hope to achieve and why did they need her to do it? In all honesty she was glad for it. She needed the work and the distraction. After all if she ceased to be of use to Bain & Hoyle she doubted they would extend her use of their library as some sort of friendly favor. [i]Very well, lets see what all the fuss is about[/i]

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She hated being late and when Mila arrived at the stone circle of Ardgoom many had already gathered. [i]Lovely.[/i] She thought frowning. Most she recognized but she had only spoken with a handful at the company dinner. After that they didn't really "keep in touch" sort to speak. Mila had of course heard some rumors here and there but none of what she heard went into great detail. She wasn't the sort of girl to pry. "Evening......." She said entering the circle. It was an impressive site and windy too. The marine trench coat she wore didn't do much for her and the wind was constantly whipping her copper waves in front of her eyes.