The email containing the formal inquiry arrived on the second ominous Tuesday of October, just when everyone had gotten over the Monday hangover. Anna's posture straightened as soon as she saw the little annoying notice box in the bottom corner of the screen, the subject & the sender's name sent chills down her tense spine. The letter was sharp & brutal: The Department of Humanitarian Aids had lodged an independent inquiry to formally investigate the contributors to Victoria A.'s existence. You would think the Board had better things to do than look into anomalies like Victoria A. But no, they liked a perfect plot; every outlier was scrutinised and in this case, legally investigated. The Department did not tolerate misconduct and slackness in carrying out standard operations. They expected a detailed audit. The case was clear: Victoria A. had every possible -and impossible- reason to eliminate herself but she was very much alive, clinging to her mediocre unsatisfact...
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