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“What are we going to do?”

Liz lets herself fall onto one of the armchairs in Adrian’s office, kicking her shoes off and burying her face in her hands. From behind her fingers, she looks at Diane pacing the room from behind the desk.

“I’m a fucking idiot” Diane mutters under her breath. She stops, and from Liz’s perspective it looks like the wings of that weird gargoyle thing outside the building are stretching out from her shoulders, like in a cheap rip-off of a fantasy movie.

Where did that statue come from, anyway?

“You are not” Liz sighs, and she’s aware it comes out more chastising than reassuring, but she feels like the time for politeness belongs to a past life, something she can’t quite afford anymore. “This is not your fault. They have all the money, they have all the power, and we just got fucked. That’s the way it is.”

They stare at each other for a long, silent moment. The neon sign outside lights up and the room gets flooded with red, almost as a reminder that things couldn’t get more surreal even if she willed them to.

“What are we going to do?”