Click, click, click. The noise of a woman's heels tap against the concrete hastily. All around her in this bustling city people are chatting, cars are driving past and honking, dogs are barking. The lithe, slender woman ignores it all while bobbing her head to the music she's listening to. Her shoulder length brown hair flows gracefully in the breeze behind her. She wears a black blouse and matching small skirt. In one arm she's carrying a stack of important looking paperwork, tucked away neatly into organized folders. She reaches her free hand in the pocket of her mini skirt and presses a button on her IPod to change songs. An upbeat song comes on which helps encourage her to walk faster. Any bystander spectating her could tell she's in a rush. Further ahead, Veronica notices a collection of leaves obstructing the side walk. She gets rather annoyed at whoever's job it is to keep the streets clear. When she steps into the pile her heel impales one of the leaves, p
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