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[center][color=DCDC95]Location:[/color] New York City, Verity's Office -> On Route
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Verity identified the Uber immediately, mentally thanking Trudy for the luxury. Verity approached the man who opened the door for her. She nodded her agreement upon identifying her and got in. It was comfortable and calm. Once she was settled they were off.

Normally she didn't want to be bothered on rides, but the man was friendly enough. [color=DCDC95]"I am well. I hope your day is going all right also."[/color] Verity thought back to the police presence and the ambulance. Their day as not going well. She closed her eyes and shut it out. She needed to be ready for the interview. She didn't let it on but this was important. How she presented herself paved the road for the future. One clip of her saying anything untoward would go viral. Women especially had to be careful. The delicate balance of being a professional in her field left her vulnerable to many opinions. Why wasn't she married anymore? Did she cheat? Did he cheat and, if so, what did she do to cause him to cheat? Why no kids? If she had kids were they talking to her? Is she pretty? Is she too pretty to be a businesswoman? Is she good at her job or did she sleep her way to the top? Is she a monster for wanting to work? Is she too weak to be anything else?

She sighed inwardly. She glanced out the window as the skyscrapers and hustle and bustle of people and cars passed her by. This city, despite being home, never felt less like it.