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Part 1

Emily entered her room exhausted and fatigued. All she wanted was to hit the showers and lie on her soft comfy bed for the next two-weeks. She dropped her clothes clumsily on the floor, grabbed a fresh towel from the drawer and headed straight for the showers. The touch of warm water on her tired skin freshened her. She wanted to stay longer but her caffeined abused body warned otherwise. All she could remember afterwards was the glaring red numbers showing 3.45 and she was fast asleep.

"Em! Thank god! Where in the world have you been? I've been trying to call you for the past one week. We're backed up on meetings, proposals, meetings and you've decided to pull a houdini on me?"

"Yolanda, what in gods name are you rambling about? I've only been asleep for 3 hours and you're hyperventilating on me? For petes sake Yol, the company ain't gonna crash after only 3 friggin hours"

"Emily, are you alright? It's been ONE WEEK. You pulled a MIA on us for 7 days honey. What are you passed out on the Caymans or something? Listen, Greg's paging me okay? Just drag your size 0 ass back into the office ASAP!"

The line went dead. "One week? How could it possibly be one week? I remember coming home and falling flat on my bed just last night. Why did Yolanda say it was one week? God! My head hurts"

Emily threw her cell onto the bed, stumbled out in search for the medicine cabinate. She needed an asprin. She walked groggily towards the bathroom. Something didn't feel right. Her head was pounding with her conversation with Yolanda. She knew she had to get back to work immediately.