Stepping out of the bathroom and into her closet she grabbed the clothes she would wear for the day. The outfit consisted of MANGO cropped chino trousers in black, French connections Suzy summer top in white, Only friends blazer in black, Zigi Skylar heel boot in black, simple aquamarine stud earrings, and a Mansur Gavriel large canvas tote in black that was still by the door. Going back to the bathroom she grabbed the pure argan oil off her counter and put a few drops in her hands, rubbing them together before running her hands through the mid-shaft to ends of her hair. Then she grabbed her blow drier with the diffuser attachment and dried her hair, put not completely; just enough hat the curls would be defined and less frizzy, the air would do the rest.

Appearing in her room again she looked at her bed, head tilted slightly, smiling to herself. "Alright your highnesses, washroom." Batdog's head emerged from covers, front paws outstretched, finally giving in to the notion that he would have to wake up. Aquadog was a different story. He went in the other direction, the length of the blankets to the end of her bed where he excitedly jumped off the bed, practically tripping over his own legs. He was more of a morning dog. He was more of a "any chance I can to go for a walk or be up with you, the better", kind of dog. Letting out a laugh she crouched down to greet him, followed by batdog. Standing up they followed her to the front door. There she attached Aquadogs teal ombre rope leash to his matching rope collar. Next was Batdog to his black rope collar to his black harness; all from found my animal. Then she left her apartment and headed towards the peir in back of her apartment. It was a morning routine, first the pier along the Neponset river then to the dog park that was offered by the building for some off leash running and fun, washroom break then back to the apartment.

The boys weren't crated during the day and had free run of the apartment, they were well behaved enough that nothing was destroyed; although Aquadog was going to training lessons at night with her; like Batdog had done when she first got him. They took up residency on the couch while Danica went to the bedroom and made the bed and picked up any last minute mess from her morning routine. "Alright, see you boys when I get home from work." She walked to the front door and grabbed her purse and left her apartment and locked the door. Inside her purse was her macbook pro, chargers for her laptop and cellphone, her cellphone, key ring that had keys for her apartment, her car, apartment building amenities keys, and her storage locker key in the basement of the building. She had her keycard for work attached to a lanyard and held in a clear, hard plastic case, and blue Contigo mug that she uses for water. Going to the parking lot she got into her blue, 2016 rav4 and drove to the closest coffee shop with a drive through. She ordered herself a drink as well as a few of her co-workers she got along well with. It was a Friday; everyone needed a little treat on Fridays. Making it to the aquarium just before her shift at nine thirty she made her rounds of saying her hellos and coffee distribution.

Making it to her office she closed the door behind her and placed her coffee on her desk and her purse down on the seat opposite her desk. She took out her phone and laptop and put them on her desk and put her purse next to her desk then went around and sat in her chair. She started up her laptop as well as the aquarium issued desktop that stayed in her office. She was kept rather busy all from projections, research papers, blood levels, putting together packages, clearing outings, and putting together research trips and volunteer duties. She was called into the office around two. She sat down across from the HR rep and smiled. "Geez Diane if you were going to fire me you should have done it at the starting of my day." Diane laughed nervously and it caused Danica to stop laughing. She stood up straight in her chair, heart racing and staring at Diane. "I'm sorry Danica, but this isn't a joke. I'm afraid we're letting you go. We're giving you a cheque for your next pay now in lieu of waiting the two weeks for the short notice." Diane went on but Danica sat there, silent, nodding. "Are you sure you're okay?" Diane asked, Danica nodded and reassured her.

She swung by one of the kitchens and got one of the larger boxes that hadn't been contaminated and was dry and went to her office. She cleared out all her person effects, pictures, books, research she had been personally working on, cleared the computer of files, papers and so on that she had authority to clear and override as they would be useless without her permission to use. She packed up her purse and took the large box along with her purse to the security desk where she returned her keycard, but kept the lanyard and plastic case. Going to her vehicle she put her box in the trunk and went to the front of the car. The panic, like a hard, rumbling lump in her chest. The anxiety, heart break and panic all fighting for which was going to emerge first. She put her purse in the passenger side seat and buckled herself in. Taking the keys out of her purse and putting them into the ignition she pulled out of her spot and drove. She drove to the nearest liquor store and bought herself a few bottles of liquid encouragement before heading home.