She had found the perfect place, and the perfect spot in this place, to spend the day. Her last day.This day had not seemed important a month ago. Back then, she was still far too excited and enamored with the prospect of her new job. Now, she sat on the grass in Henry Thompson Park, leaning against a tree with her long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. She had less than an hour to change her mind, but she was already wearing the gray polo shirt with the Manerea Industries logo.People walking dogs gave wide berth to other leash holding travelers, nodding fake pleasantries. Dropping the pretense after they passed, their smiles faded to irritation caused by the obligatory twice daily walks to keep Fido happy and the carpets clean. Sharell found the frantically squealing and running kids more interesting. She watched them enjoying a childhood that ended too soon for her.It was a beautiful, sunny, warm day, a perfect day, tugging one final bribe and enticing Sharell with what she would miss.
