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26,666 is where I should be today according to NaNo's graphline. I'm at 26,674. Just barely staying ahead of the beast.

Having only been there a couple of days, she kind of forgot which room was the utility closet and so she hesitated on opening any of them.

When she finally selected one, stepped in, and cut on the light, Anya was surprised to find it led to a cellar with its doors wide open. She imagined that if she'd ate one of the cookies for quality control that day, it would have suggested 'Your curiosity will be rewarded.' She crept down the steps silently. Feeling the temperature lower from being underground and far away from the ovens that baked all the goodies in the Zuanshi Complex, Anya resisted clutching an arm about herself.

The tunnel was narrow and rather dimly lit by a line of bulbs that ran along the ceiling. Anya continued making her way further within, mind racing about all the possible horrors she was going to end up finding once it opened up into the room up ahead. How many episodes of Law and Order: SVU ended with the detectives discovering some left for dead woman, bound, gagged, and violated. She ought to go back, Anya thought to herself. Remember what Karen suggested about keeping to task?

Still, she pressed on. Having determined she needed to see this thorough. If only for the story she'd have to tell Jonas and Allison. Of course, she had no idea what she'd stumble onto hidden away underneath the factory. But there they were, lined up in deliberate rows on shelves built into the vaulted room. Glittering even in the dim false light, red and orange and yellow, the gem encrusted egg shapes, twenty of them in all, captured Anya's attention but outright stole her breath away.

Carefully she wandered to brush fingertips across one. Then daring to risk alarm, hefted one. It weighed as much as a bag of flour! Was it solid gold? Even if it weren't, she thought to herself, how much were each of them worth? How many would it take to pay off the mountain of student loans that was only getting bigger with each passing semester?

How many could her employers miss?


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