What's Wrong With My Luck?

Felicia Mendez stared intently at her system, her fingers clicking randomly as her face contorted when nothing responded. "Seriously, what's wrong with you? It's not me who revealed the system! Is it my fault Lucille found out?" she grumbled. "Open up! I don't even have the cash to buy a cigarette!"

She kicked the vending machine in the smoking area. It wasn't break time yet, but as a staff member who just turned over her work to Drake, she had nothing left to do. Frustration consumed her, both because her system froze and because she couldn't take action against Lucille and Drake.

"Just you wait, b*tch! I'll find a way to deal with your lover!" she cursed, another wave of frustration surging. She knew the risks of confronting another system user, yet she yearned to confront Lucille. "If only I didn't need this system so badly, I'd run over and end their lives in an instant!"