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[i]"Who does my niece think she is? She's running around going to bars while I'm stuck here doing,"[/i] she paused, getting emotional, [i]"p-p-paperwork!"[/i] a stream of crocodile tears erupted from grey eyes on to Octavia's porcelain face as she sat in an office chair facing a large cherry wood desk. She stopped her loud fake sobbing, to see if the door to the office was open so that someone could intentionally hear her. Turning in the swivel chair her eyes met with the door. 

It was closed.

[i]"Damn."[/i]

Getting up quickly, Octavia shuffled over in her small grey cocktail dress and black pumps to the door and opened it wide. Perhaps she was all alone at the estate and her desperate attempts at some pity we're just a waste of energy. [i]"Is anyone home?"[/i] she called out, with no response. Walking promptly down a few corridors she found herself out of breath and briefly frustrated that the place was so large.

Knocking on the door of her son's room she called, [i]"Aries, are you home?"[/i]. Octavia placed her head to the door to see if she could hear any movement within the room. She usually had impeccable hearing, but her son had found a way to trick her quite often.