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Ember’s Ailment
Ember sagged from the weight of the elephant on her shoulders. Of course, it wasn’t real, but it might as well be. She read Will’s vibes accurately. She perceived the rush as he entered the apartment. Her Alt vibrated at regular intervals. His ardor seeped into her bones, filling her every cell. Or was it her own excitement at being with him? Ember had to admit she was all tingly when she looked into his eyes.
In any case, her Alt points were climbing; she viewed the surge as new hope.
Her Alt erupted, music redirecting her focus. An unexpected call. “Hello?”
“Hello, Ember. It’s Austel from the Plauditorium. How’re you doing?”
“Much better. Thanks, Austel. How can I help you?”
“Just wanted to finish up this report. Making sure you haven’t had any other situation
