Woman in the Mirror (Part 2)

“It’s been quite some time since I’ve felt this way… Such a nostalgic sensation.”

A gentle and warm sunlight makes its way through my office window, shining down on my head while I’m taking a moment to sit back in my swiveling office chair. Eyes closed and mind adrift with memories of my past, I let myself get washed over in the old thoughts I use to have, about all the things that I’ve done and all of the things that I want to do. Every now and then, a few… unwanted thoughts pop into my mind, mostly the thoughts of me wanting to bring an end to my experiments.

All of those hours I’ve spend conducting various tests, reworking them over and over to get the results that I wanted, collecting samples and specimens, all of that would have been for naught if I hadn’t come back to my senses. I pick up the small framed pictures on the corner of my desk; it’s an old photo from me in my long-past high school years.

I run one of my fingers across my face in the photo, “I was such a cute girl when I was in my last year of school. Can’t remember why I thought it was a good idea to have my bangs covering my eyes.”

I put the picture back down and turn around in my chair to face the window; the sun’s beginning to set for the day so the sky’s flooded with a mix of orange and blue. The tall skyscrapers around me shine even brighter with their glass exterior. The city has always been a pretty place to look at but seeing it during twilight puts it in a whole different category. The glare from my window blocks my view a bit, but I can see a clear reflection of myself in it.

All I see is a grown woman in her early thirties, dressed in a plain white women’s suit with a pair of black stiletto heels that could pierce just about anything. Lengthy dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail so that nothing’s covering my emerald green eyes except for my pair of black rimmed glasses. As much as I don’t want to admit it, I’ve barely changed in terms of appearance. However, that plays to my advantage.

In an unconscious gesture, I get up from my chair and stand in front of the window, pressing my hand against the glass. I keep my eyes glued to my face. The longer I look, the more I begin to see that cynical smile appear on my face, followed by a small flicker of red in my eyes.

“It feels so good to be back to my old self.”

In the middle of me reflecting on myself, somebody starts knocking on my office door. I quickly fix myself up and put away that smile, replacing it is the usual stern boss expression. I walk over to the door and open it.

“What is it?”

On the other side of the door is my personal assistant, a young woman named Yuuka Nagata; she’s barely any older than twenty four. She’s been blessed with a gorgeous head of auburn hair, hazel eyes, and a body that could win over any man, but is more clumsy than a baby learning to walk. I’ve thought about using her sometime during my experiments, but I that I’d have to hire somebody else as an assistant and that alone is tiresome. Besides, she has her uses.

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