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Self worth.
It seemed to be an elusive thing in the realm of her existence, drifting in and out of facets of her life like a bad guest star. She didn't much like that fact, she'd rather never have it then only ever have it sometimes. But it was her fault anyway, she had a bad grip. Of all the vile words slung at her in all her days, the ones aimed at yanking her self worth always seemed to succeed.
“Where'd you go Cap?”
At warp speed, she was landed back into reality. She was sitting in the squad room, perched at the edge of one of those chairs that claimed to be ‘ergonomic’, the key word here being ‘claimed’. Her skin was pulling with goosebumps because somebody had the AC blasting, and Amanda Rollins was peering at her with those crystalline eyes. On a second look, she realized everyone was looking at her. It dawned on her with horror that it was her turn to speak.
“Oh yeah.. Umm where were we?” She asked, trying to regain her competence, trying to shove her emotions back into place.
It used to hurt, that quick, violent suffocation of her heart. Now, it only was a dull stab to the soul as she sucked in a breath and set her eyes back upon the blood and tragedy held hostage by the shiny four by sixes taped onto the white board.
“Well you were gonna pass out assignments, but I think they're pretty self explanatory, check Hills’ financials, right?” Kat piped up.
“Yep, that's about it.”
For once Olivia was glad for the newest additions' tendency to jump ahead.