Kiki sat alone in the corner booth, shuffeling cold scramblled eggs across her plate. Specks of pepper playing hide and seek as she made a pile and then chopped and scattered the eggs into the syrup and repeating again and again. Until the eggs were now brown and to sticky to move around anywhere, let alone be chopped and scattered.

Looking out the window to the parking lot -- it was now time, time go -- to pay and leave. But instead of going to work, like the rest of the world -- Kiki was just fired, so she would have to go home and figure out what to do with the rest of her life, but first she had to pick the boys up from daycare, and wait for her husband Jack to get home. This task seemed daunting an hour ago -- but now that she's had some breakfast and some time to thilnk she reached into her purse and pulled out some cash and left it on the table with the bill.

Kiki was dressed in her usual work attire, a navy suit and light blue shirt today. She approached her car - and reached up removing her hair from the stern bun atop her head -- letting her auburn hair relax but not without stuborn waves from being wound so tight. She'd been accountant at Wessley, Holmes and Winters and for over a decade now, and because she did not lie to Mrs. Winters about the affair Mr. Winters was having with Laura the new receptionist, Mr. Winters has sucessfully sabatoaged her progress on her most important account and convinced the partners that Kiki was a liability -- rather than a candidate for partner. Mr. Winter's retaliation will effect her professional career as an accountant -- as he was sure to cover all his tracks and create several artifical errors- costing Kiki her credibility in this field...