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The past several days have been an exercise in patience for Tess. Of course, that's been when she hasn't been too exhausted to think. Babies take up a lot of time, even with a nanny. Who knew?
Paperwork, anything Luthorcorp and Daily Planet related has been ignored since Alice was born, but with end of year fast approaching, it can't be left to others forever. Tess knows that and eventually, she clears a few hours when she can head down to the office and sort a few things out that she only trusts herself to take care of.
It's when she's leaving that it happens. Her instincts aren't as sharp as they normally are and after all, it's just a trip downtown. But if there was anything to indicate that something was off, she completely missed it. Which, she'll think in retrospect, was likely exactly what they were counting on.
She hears the footsteps in the garage, but they don't register as anything out of the ordinary; her car certainly isn't the only one parked down here, even on a Sunday. And if anything is said it doesn't make an impression through the general brain fog and concentration on getting back to the mansion in time for Alice's early evening feeding.
It isn't until she feels a sharp pain in the back of her arm that Tess realizes something is very, very wrong. Because she's felt this before and it never leads to anything good.
And that's her last thought before everything goes black.
Paperwork, anything Luthorcorp and Daily Planet related has been ignored since Alice was born, but with end of year fast approaching, it can't be left to others forever. Tess knows that and eventually, she clears a few hours when she can head down to the office and sort a few things out that she only trusts herself to take care of.
It's when she's leaving that it happens. Her instincts aren't as sharp as they normally are and after all, it's just a trip downtown. But if there was anything to indicate that something was off, she completely missed it. Which, she'll think in retrospect, was likely exactly what they were counting on.
She hears the footsteps in the garage, but they don't register as anything out of the ordinary; her car certainly isn't the only one parked down here, even on a Sunday. And if anything is said it doesn't make an impression through the general brain fog and concentration on getting back to the mansion in time for Alice's early evening feeding.
It isn't until she feels a sharp pain in the back of her arm that Tess realizes something is very, very wrong. Because she's felt this before and it never leads to anything good.
And that's her last thought before everything goes black.
