Ya'll I'm still trying to get the exact details of the story so if I change something and it doesn't line up in the future just let me know and I'll get on it.

Also, does anyone else never say "ya'll" accept online?

Last time...

she glided across the crosswalk, very oblivious of the car that was moving a little too fast in her direction.

Only by the faint blaring of the horn and the ghost of the car's obnoxious neon yellow body from the corner of her eye did Adrian react in time. Without restraint, she propelled herself into a painful backward summersault. The car darted through the intersection, leaving a line of what she assumed to be brake fluid. Not wanting to draw any more attention to the situation Adrian shrugged off the stiffness that formed from her shoulders to her lower back and crossed the street. Waving away the concern of onlookers, she replayed the events in her head. The car was a neon yellow 1975 Cadillac Eldorado. Did Adrian have some superhumanly enhanced memory, that was a common cheap plot device? No, she just so happened to know one loud-mouthed fellow employee that could not shut up about his new car. funny enough, yesterday his girlfriend, or now ex, had stormed in screaming about how he cheated or something.

'Oh, his ass is grass,' Adrian thought, only having a smidgen of sympathy for his future. Even though he did just almost run her over, this was going to be the final straw on the camel's back for his job.

With only slight discomfort, Adrian continued, hoping bossman would cut her some slack for almost getting ran over by trouble boy, and gave her anything but toilet duty.

Quickening at the sight of the dim storefront, a shiver ran down Adrian's spine. She went into a full-out sprint, her growing fear outweighing the looks she was getting.

'Oh fuck. fuck fuck fuck' her inner voice wailed. Adrian flung the doors open solidifying her fears. She skidded into the break room, to find all her efforts were in vain.

Standing with the fridge wide open was a burly man whose's fashion was more of a stereotypical lumberjack than snow white was a stereotypical princess.

Clutched in his humongous hands like it was his lifeline, was a small, clearly marked tupperware dish.

"Nooo!! YOU FOOD STEALING BASTARD" Adrian screeched in a demonic voice, her anguish etched in the lines of her complexion. Tears plummeted from her honey-brown eyes.

Phil turned at first with a very blissful expression before going pale. Now inching backward slowly, treating her like an aggressive wild animal, and rightly so. Adrian had made tiramisu cake twice a year from scratch, walking for literal days to gather the ingredients from the wild or directly from local farmers.

Adrian had always been one for darker thoughts, but now she was planning to act on them, or at least she was, until luckily some of her colleagues held her back till the bossman arrived with her saving grace.

Bossman was, by all means, an intimidating man. he had a slender face with a strong square jaw, his eyes were a dark brown almost black. He towered over most and was well built for the ripe age of 47. not to mention his resting bitch face.

in one hand was a glass container with a tiramisu cake that was eerily similar to the one Adrian had put in the work fridge just the day before.

"How?" she asked almost shaking in disbelief.

"Well a certain dumbass left a cake in the fridge, so I decided to switch them with a laxative laced one to teach them a lesson."

Phil glanced between Bossman and the half-eaten cake. Sending one last accusing look he set down the dish on the counter.

Adrian snagged the cake before sending a distorted grin to Phil. her eyes were uncharacteristically wide, her grin stretched from ear to ear, and her head was the slightest bit tilted.

"oh, silly Phil" she almost sang, "I think I might just even visit Maria today and tell her about this little-."

A rhythmic buzz accompanied by a generic android ringtone interrupted Adrian's slew of threats. In that instance, her menacing appearance was wiped for an eerily blank stance. In seconds she had answered the call with a low monotoned voice, while briskly turning to leave the room.

The sound of glass shattering on the lament tiles along with one of the back doors slamming shut echoed through the store.

Everyone that had witnessed her leave rushed to one of the other back rooms to find Adrian's now shattered phone and ruined cake.

Moving quickly, Phil, sprinted to the door. Poking his head out, he was just fast enough to see Adrian fly over a fence heading deeper into the city.

"Which way?" Bossman asked Phil leaning against a nearby wall.

"East"

the room was at a standstill, everyone stuck in their heads trying to figure out the mystery of what spooked Adrian into going into the city.

Spooked was the right word. Spooked, scared senseless, distraught. Adrian was all of the above. Her stomach turned and she to dry heave as the call played again and again in her head. There Was no running away from this, yet her mind ached to turn around. An internal war ragged within Adrian, tearing her in two. Each step was harder to take than the prior. Continuing forward would most definitely break her, yet if she didn't, her conscience would drive her to the limit if she didn't know the truth. Was Olivia truly dead?

Find out what happens in the next episode of Dragon Ball Z !!