Back to the laundry room.

Remi felt like she was killing herself as she finished Safiya’s job for her. Where did that bitch get off, thinking she could just assume Remi would just clean up her mess, without even being asked? Apparently, Safiya was right. Why was she such a push over? What had she done to deserve this?

Whatever the reason was, Remi didn’t care to speculate. She continued on, pushing the cart to the elevator at the end of the hallway and putting her key in the lock that would allow her access to the laundry room once more.

She sighed, fantasizing about what she might do once her shift was over. A nice hot bath, maybe, or a visit to the spa. The spa was theoretically free for staff, though it usually closed before Remi’s shifts actually ended, so it was rare that she actually got to use their services.

The elevator doors opened and Remi stepped inside, pulling the cart in after her. She watched as the blue digital number on the display ticked down slowly until it read SB:L, or SUB-BASEMENT: LAUNDRY. The floor where she spent far too much of her waking life.

The laundry room door wasn’t far from the elevator, and she used her key to get inside.