Tucking a loose strand of hair back behind her ear, Soheeâs shaking hands went to the cabinet in front of her, greedy eyes focused on the boxes located behind the frosted glass.
She was doing this more and more often now, as prescription drugs were on the rise, and she had gotten tired of finding professionals to fake doctorâs notes for her. That took a chunk out of her own funds, and with her dietary needs, Sohee needed all of the money she could get.
âWhy pay a man to cut corners when I can get it easily from the source?â She murmured, the corners of her mouth curving up triumphantly, as she began jamming boxes into the many pockets of her pants and coat.
Getting up to that point had her sweating a bit âthankfully, as that helped to keep her alert- but altogether, she found it freakishly simple. Whether it was a slow day, or an especially busy one, she had managed to swipe a set of keys off of some poor doctor headed out for his lunch break, and made her way back, with the excuse of looking for a specific room.
Having memorized the floor map on display in case of a fire, that wasnât especially hard, and she had showered earlier that morning, so she didnât even look much like a drug dealer, for the first time in about a week.
However, she was wasting a bit more time than she really needed to by rearranging the boxes she left so they wouldnât notice any were missing. Her hair blocked most of her face, and she had kept her back to any cameras she noticed, but that didnât change the fact that she was rummaging when any doctor could come in at any moment.
To compensate, she would cast the occasional glance at the door, as she finished filling the inner pockets of her coat up, going to stuff the last few she would take up under her sweater. Her work consumed her, the adrenaline making seconds feel like hours, but she kept her core calm because mutants or not, she could likely make a quick enough getaway without anyone noticing. Or she would take care of things.
