Sia felt the warm rays of the morning sun kissing her skin through the crack of her curtain. She twirled around, stirring slightly. She didn’t wake up at exactly six a.m. like she always does partly because of how exhausted she felt.
She propped up from her bed, yawning and stretching at the same time. Her scruffy brunette hair covered her face. Sia sat there for mini minutes, meditating.
Afterward, she swung her feet on the floor and crawled to the bathroom to brush. When done brushing she crept back to the room. However, her eyes caught the file she returned home last night with.
“Oh… Lucas’s file.” She mumbled under her breath as she ploded close to her dresser where the file was kept.
“I guess I should look into it and figure out his business with Mr. Monson.” She said, hands gripp
