You are swamped with paperwork, trying to get through your shift.

When you look up at the clock on the wall, the stretch stretches further.

2:13

3 hours left of the shift and you still have the entire Synner Project to enter into the spreadsheet.

There's shouting coming from your boss' office before the door opens and an intern rushes out, "Shekka! My office!"

Without hesitation, you get up and stand in front of her desk as she types on her computer. She hands you a folder without looking, "Proof-read this and put it in the system, Patty was supposed to but she called in sick, so I need you to file it."

She ushers you away with a wave of her hand, never having looked at you.

At the end of your shift, things finally calm down and you grab your lunchbox.

Since getting this job, you've grown idle, so you got a gym membership, but you've been putting off actually going until today, so instead of going home, you decide to make a change and drive to the gym instead of straight home.

After going inside, you search for a familiar machine and get on the treadmill.

"This isn't too bad!"

1 minute, 3 minutes, 5 minutes, 10 minutes.

You can definitely feel the burning in your legs as you jog, but it's forgotten when you hear cheering coming from the edge of the gym.

"Thirty-one! Thirty-two! Thirty-three!"

Stopping the treadmill, you walk over to the group to see a pair of people on benches, their bars each holding at least 275lbs.

One is a bulky man, his face red as he grips the bar, pushing hard.

The other is...Shekka!?

You watch as your closed-off, stern boss out-lifts someone who looks like the gym is thier life. There's sweat running down muscles you could never see under her work attire, let alone muscles you could ever expect from the woman who never let's her office fall out-of-order.

"Fifty-eight! Fifty-nine! Sixty!"

The man racks the bar and waves his hands as a way to say, "I'm tapping out!".

But where he gives, she puts in a victory lap of 5 more before racking her own bar. When she stands up, she flexes her arms, panting as she drips sweat.

As Shekka wipes her muzzle with a towel, she spots you and her eyes widen. Clearly, this was her way of "letting loose" and now you've seen her sanctuary.