Ona gave him no explanation. She merely shrugged off his question and waved him away. It didn't matter anyways. She assumed that he would receive the same admonishment. She assumed that as a team, her stress was his stress and vice versa. Perhaps Ona was incapable of seeing the reality of the pressure that she put on herself. Regardless of what it was, she slept well that night. She was exhausted from having stayed up almost the entire night before and then working all day. Her body was feeling the affects of not eating for several days in a row. She was making herself sick. The next morning she woke up feeling particularly dehydrated and weak. At least her body gave her occasional reminders that the penalty for not eating and drinking would be death eventually. She took the time to prepare a small omelet out of a single egg's whites and a handful of spinach. She brewed herself a hot cup of herbal tea as well... tea was good for stress after all. Then in typical Ona fashion, she did what she knew would make her less stressed today... she adorned herself. 

Today it was a form fitting black dress that highlighted the thinness of her figure with its decorative lines. She wore gloves that tucked in to the shoulders of the dress, and tall boots that disappeared under the hem of the skirt. Her hair slicked down the sides of her head in perfect cascades coming to a fine point, and a black reflective visor ran across her eyes. 

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The effect was sharp, hard, and impending. This was her beauty, this was her version of comfortable and stress free. When she felt fully prepared, she left, still clocking in early on her way to her office. Today she would be perfect, and therefore work would be perfect and thus her stress levels would be lowered, pleasing the bosses. She was sure of it.