Amy tried to move as quickly as she could, but the high heels she was wearing slowed the progress. Her extra weight, restrained behind a white button-up shirt, dark blue jacket, and knee-length skirt, wasn't helping her in that regard either. Not that she had much of a choice in regard to her weight; she was so busy that attending a gym became unfeasible, and eating was the best way for her to relieve stress after a rough day at work. Thus leading to her thicker form, which also dictated that the clothes she was wearing would have to be replaced soon.
Finally, Amy reached the skyscraper in which she worked, the cheap pretzel having long ago been drawn into her gut. She made her way into the building, headed straight for an elevator, and pressed the call button. Fortunately, one of the elevators was on the ground floor already, and a nearby door opened with a ding. Amy got in, the solitary rider of this elevator, and hit the button that would bring her to the 20th Floor. Displayed next to that button was a small plaque that displayed the name of the company which she ran...
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