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[i]’Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life.
Trying to make ends meet, you're a slave to the money then you die.
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down.
You know, the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah.
No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change.
But I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no[/i]
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Once Xander had left the room, Emilia decided it was her turn to depart the premises as well. Sighing, she got up from the bed, stretched and glanced around the room, trying to locate every piece of her clothing. Once every item was accounted for, Emmy began her treasure hunt, taking the opportunity to do some retrospection about her life -and what she’d failed to accomplish in it so far.

At the tender age of eighteen, right after graduating high school, young Emmy had decided to make a 10-year life plan for herself. Said plan consisted of the top five things she was dead-set on accomplishing in the next ten years: get her Pediatrics degree, land a job in one of the top medical facilities in the country, afford the car and home of her dreams, get married and have at least one child. Out of five, she’d managed to accomplish three of her goals. But for the blonde, the two goals she’d failed to reach were the ones the held the most significance to her. Not only had she not done so in the time period established, but she was also three months shy of that dreaded 30th birthday… And no sign of settling down in sight.

Dressing herself, Emilia tried to pinpoint the exact moment in which things had gone wrong. Had it been when she’d decided to part ways with Wilfred Thompson back in her senior year? They’d been such a serious, stable couple for the best part of two years- until their career choices had taken them down different paths. Maybe if they had found a way to make it work, he could possibly have been the one to grace her with the blessing of marriage and children… 

Or had it been when she’d refused to take back Julius Kennedy back at the end of her sophomore year of college? Sure, he’d been a serial cheater and an overall douchebag. But what if [i]her love[/i] was the key to him turning his life back around? What if, by neglecting to save Julius, she’d really lost her one opportunity at making her two biggest dreams a reality?

Or had it been back that last December, when she’d ended up in Dr. Alexander Ivanov’s bed after having one too many martinis and margaritas at the Christmas staff party? Had it been then, when she’d failed to hold her ground in her search for her soulmate and instead had consented to what would end up becoming a sting of meetings for casual sex?

No matter how hard she thought about it, Emmy would never know which had been the second in which she’d fallen down this pit of despair; the one that had turned her into the kind of woman to hook up in broad daylight at her own workplace.

Sighing, Emilia would take one last glance at the scene of the crime before making her ‘Walk of Shame’ to the nearest staff bathroom. She’d secretly prayed that the room would be empty on her arrival to save herself the judgemental looks. However, said prayers went unanswered, because as Emmy opened the door she found herself staring at none other than Victoire Bailey.

Emmy died a little inside at the disapproving look Vic shot her as she washed her hands. "[color=deepskyblue]Someone's had a good morning,[/color]" the raven-haired woman had commented, drying her hands on the cheap paper towels close to her. 

[color=orchid]“You could say that…”[/color] the blonde sighed, taking up a spot on the first sink. She took a paper towel, wet it a little and began to wipe the mess that was her mouth and jaw.

"[color=deepskyblue]You know that means the rest of the day will probably go to hell, right?[/color]"

[color=orchid]“Well, you know what I always say: when life gives you lemons, you just have to make some sweet, delicious lemonade.”[/color] Emmy replied in her usual bubbly fashion, rummaging in her purse for her makeup bag. She quickly touched up the bottom half of her face with some powder foundation, put on a fresh coat of lipstick and fixed up her disheveled hair before turning back to Victoire. [color=orchid]“Actually, Vic, I was heading down to the lounge for some coffee…”[/color] she trailed off, having second thoughts about what she was going to do but deciding to take a shot anyway. [color=orchid]“And I was wondering if you wanted to come down with me? I kind of want to talk to someone about something, and I thought that maybe you could be that someone…?”[/color]

Both women were making their way out of the bathroom when a familiar voice greeted them. Looking up, Emilia realized it was Abraham Cross: Victoire’s partner in crime and resident hotshot lawyer with which the blonde had a story with… More news at 10.

[color=orchid]“Hey, Abe!”[/color] she happily replied to the man, shooting him the brightest of smiles. When asked about the haircut, Emmy giggled and waved a hand. [color=orchid]“Nope, no new hair! Just same old me.”[/color]