May 15, 2016
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The sunlight cast a simple slant on Claire’s mahogany desk, the Costa Rican afternoon golden in its warmth. The operations manager sat slightly slumped, dragging her pen over official documents that seemed to stretch on forever. With the reveal of the Indominus looming ever present on the horizon, Claire found herself taking later and later hours each night. Days were still imperative, though, and she rarely took her lunch break anymore.
The warm stroke of the sunbeams on her fiery hair, though, proved too much for her overworked mind to resist, and she began to nod off in her paperwork. So absorbed was she that she failed to notice the soft creak of her door, signaling the arrival of her assistant.