Sophia Hensley; 23 year old female.
Lives in a cheap apartment with small balcony, dirty mattress that wheezes when you lay on it, a toaster that might as well be decor with how few times it actually works, a coffee maker that makes an obnoxious whirrrr when you use it, and cupboards barely held up by their own hinges.
* * *
She parked her beat up yellow Honda Civic at her workplace.
She didn't even bother saying hi to Margaret, the front desk lady, just slumped into her seat and hooked up the computer.
In what seemed like an instant, Hank, her boss, handed her assignments, documents, customer complaints, and emailed her even more.
She was used to this treatment, but it still wore her out.
Sophia sighed and started reading, pulling out a pen.
"Payroll withholdings? My own pay is on here, what the heck?" She mumbled, filling out the form in the same tired, quick, messy handwriting on all of the forms.
"Sophia, did you finish that report I assigned? Mr. Wells is coming today and I need it written." Hank says without looking up from his phone
"Yes, it has data analysis, personal read, supporting facts, and a solid evidence structure and I made it sound engaging." She hands over the papers for it, and Hank grunts approval, walking away.
* * *
At home, Sophia sits on the balcony like she does every day.
Ping!
Notification.
She checks her phone, great, it's Hank asking for another quarterly report.