A pair of repo women!

"Oh no..." Lauren whimpers as she instantly recognizes the two women standing in the door way. "Why are you here? Did you follow me?! This is harassment!"

"Ms Atkins, we are here to collect payment," the first woman says, a tall, leggy, physically fit blonde woman (confiscating and hauling away other peoples possessions tended to leave you in good shape).

"I... come on, I just got a job! Look!" She holds up a page about emergency exits from her giant pile of papers. "Once I get my first check, I'll start paying everything off! Honest!"

"Uh, that's great and all," says the second woman, a slightly shorter, wider, but no less fit black woman, "but you are months over do and needed to do that kind of stuff ages ago."

"Please," Lauren, the once-mighty and confident woman pitifully pleaded. "Just one more week?"

The repo women just look at her completely stone-faced.

"No," the blonde says. "And we are not leaving until we get what we came here for."

Lauren whimpers. The weight gain, the lockdown isolation, the loss of her old job, the debt stress, and the general months-long downward spiral of her life have really worn her down and eroded her spirit, taking with it much of her old, fiery attitude.

Where the old, confident, thin(ner) Lauren would have argued and screamed, and thrown a tantrum, the newer, softer (in more ways than one) Lauren just didn't have that kind of fight in her any more. Plus she was more than a little intimidated by these two taller women.

"What do you want?" The defeated woman quietly asks.