Ava saw the whole research facility from the outside. Her memories started flooding, a reminder of her childhood inside the cold, sterile scientific rooms.

  And also the same building she once tried to infiltrate through a fake ID, where the security measures were able to thwart her. The negotiations with her mother helped her secure a trivial job.

  Ava began making advances, stepping towards the door with security guards and presenting them her worker’s ID. The guards let her in, and she arrived at her office in the software engineering department.

  She sat on her ergonomic chair where she turned on the computers, but there was a problem. Coworkers were looking at her erotically; her dress, her undergarments were those of a female who went to parties, suffusing the environment with implicit decadence.

  Soon, a sudden but gentle tap on her shoulders gently prompted Ava to look at her with curiosity. “Is there anything you need?” The coworker, who looked like someone with circular lenses with a short bun, said the following: “Your clothing is a little bit concerning.”

  Ava realized her lack of modesty, “Ohh, I see, yeah. Sorry about that, I will be back real quick.”

  Ava fixed her clothing; she found it hopeless to even change, having no extra clothes with her.

  She exited the department and, into the clothing store, asked if she could buy a uniform. The cashier responded, “We have some exclusive items you can use. Hold on, let me get you one. What’s your waist size?”

  Ava answered, maintaining eye contact, “I am small in terms of waist size.”

  The cashier acknowledged and picked the clothing he chose from the store and showed it to her. A white simple formal shirt with a coat with a formal skirt

  The cashier asked, “Is this perfect?” However, Ava’s eyes drifted to the right, signifying a change of plans

  “Do you have a medium size?”

  The cashier, who was holding the clothing, answered, “Of course.”

  Soon, Ava handed out her card and did all the transactions.

  She walked off with the plastic-wrapped package and headed to the restroom, locked the door, put on her uniform, and soon her hourglass slender figure discovered that the formal working shirt was too loose.

  Unable to hold tight to her figure, she pressed the fabric to the skirt to lock it slightly.

  Soon she walked out of the restroom holding her sweater shirt as she headed out to her office, even if people noticed the change, but they moved on as they continued to work.

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  She went to her office and checked maintenance in the code database; lethargy appeared in her eyes, however productive enough to cover the tedious, boring work.

  Soon, an itch happened in her hair; her mind was way too scrambled from the stress she had. She doesn’t care anymore as she places her elbow on the table, holding her head, and exclaimed, “Sh*t”

  Ava tried to reframe her situation, “At the very least, the skirt is clean and has some iron on it, so the residual heat is still lingering there.”

  Ava proceeded to focus on her work; she did maintenance and looked out for bugs with vulnerability scans, another boring work making patches.

  Soon, she began to experience fatigue; her hormones were starting to stress her out. The frenzy night she had yesterday was starting to prick on her.

  “Grhhhhhh, what the f*ck. My head, my head, it’s making me feel anxious.”

  She was becoming agitated, and by impulse, she checked on her phone to look at the cat video she had. She saw one scene where a kitten is doing a silly thing, and other distracting activities from the agitation she is experiencing.

  With the stress that is still lingering in her mind, she resumed work that consists of debugging, repairs on the cloud server, and computing.

  After enduring work and hormonal stress, she, in her relief, claimed, “I have done it.” Having finished her coding, she took a break and relaxed, trying to handle the fatigue from her hormones, her jadedness leaking through.

  She checked on her code, analyzing it obtusely.

  And as soon as she finishes reviewing, she leans on her ergonomic chair, steam finally evaporates. She placed her hands at the back of her head and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself.

  She breathed in the oxygen and smiled, “I feel a little better now.”

  For a minute break, she looked back at the computer and started typing, keycaps being pressed with her fingers as she proceeded to do system maintenance. Playing with dependencies, even reading the documents in regards to software engineering.

  A really boring but tedious job. A place of contradictory relaxation

  Ava stood from her chair and went to the coffee machine; however, her natural beauty turned the heads of coworkers, filling the cup while ignoring the stares.

  Her skirt, being medium-waist length, would give her a more relaxed appearance, with the feeling that it might fall.

  Ava would eat a lot to counteract the possibility of it falling due to its loose nature or even tightening it with her formal shirt.

  She finished filling her coffee with a machine and returned to her office to resume her software engineering job.

  The work was so monotonous, causing Ava’s boredom while dealing with the agitation.

  She began to ruminate, “Oh, that night. He touched my skin, called me his kitten. I started screaming in ecstasy”

  “My lips are being violated, and his handsome face.” Her head, while working, showed irritation and disappointment, with her lips showing a strained pattern.

  “It was too intense, I couldn’t process it all. The feeling of being appreciated, I want that feeling again.”

  “And I have never hated myself more than ever,” she mumbled while working.

  Her eyes glanced at the monitor, where it all felt hollow. She exhaled in disappointment, subtly waving her head before proceeding to work.

  “Did I finally understand sex?, she asked herself

  She resumed programming, glancing at the code for base maintenance, and relaxed, keeping herself in standby before resuming her task.

  The same software engineering routine, ranging from data analysis, scientific computing, etc.

  Just doing boring stuff on the office computer like a worker.

  Soon her curiosity and arrogance got the better of her, and she checked if there were libraries and dependencies she could use for malware development through some coding and a terminal for malware development.