Foxy sits at the desk to do paper work with the computer. The sound of the keys clacking echoes through the whole garage.
"Let's see..." Foxy says out loud. "ʎ6,000 earned yesterday, ʎ10,000 earned the day before that..."
Foxy does all the math in her head, then on paper, then on the computer, then rights down the correct answer on her clipboard.
"Wow! We made ʎ50,000 just this week! The most this month!" (NOTE: ʎ1 = $5)
Foxy also goes through some bills, checking the deadlines for them.
"Looks like a good portion of this week's earnings goes to electric. Figures."
Foxy double checks the vault, making sure that the ʎ50,000 is actually in there.
"Good, all 50 thousand," she says aloud one more time.
*CLANK CLANK* Something metal on the far side of the garage falls on the ground.
Foxy whips around, her eyes scanning the shadows in the corners. Her ears rotate, listening for any more sounds.
"Hello?" she calls out. She could've sworn everyone else had left. Only Rabsy and Foxy live in the tall tower, though the guys are always welcome to stay a night or two.
Foxy calls again.
"Hello?"
Still no response. In her wedge heels, Foxy hurries over to the elevator. The lights on the bar above the doors show that the elevator is still on the ground floor.
"Shoot."
Foxy decides to go down the stairs instead, careful not to trip and fall.
Foxy makes it to the floor that Rabsy's room is on, and hurries to the door. She quickly opens it, slips inside, and shuts it.
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