(Suits: Absolute Power OST - Black Tie Events)
https://youtu.be/715qqLMat7AA hand reaches down and takes you by the scruff of the neck. You were slowly hoisted up into the air and the arm was getting longer and longer by the second. You struggle to raise your eyes and you saw the arm belonged to a very tall woman in an evening dress. You just knew that she was an opera singer, with short black hair and alabaster white skin.
As she took a good look at your face, her smile faded.
"Oh." Her disappointment was immeasurable and her day was ruined. "Oh no, no, no. Absolutely not. You're not the one."
Her gaze moved downwards to your chest. Just like the horrible cliche, you were wearing nothing but your underwear and your tie.
"Geez, you don't even have a job?" The mystery woman gives you a half-sincere smile with pity and disgust in her eyes. "The City's taxes are well spent subsidizing the worthless. We don't abandon people like you."
She tilts her head. "But only if you've filed for unemployment :)"
You try to find the words to defend yourself, but all that comes out is a pained gurgle as you bleed out in her grip. You feel cold, so cold, but there's a burning warmth being forced into your body. (You're sure you woke up last night, but you went back to sleep...)
"Have you seen yourself in a mirror lately?" she continues chiding, giggling like a small child. She tilts her head to the other side. There's a shift in her expression (and that terrible mocking smile returns). She begins to regard you much like a poor stupid little puppy which had just vomited on itself. "You look terrible! I thought of taking a wonderful vacation somewhere exotic, but I just had to come here to this land of plenty and opportunity instead. Are you doing this on purpose? Oh, behave..."
For absolutely no fucking reason, she leaned in and sniffed your hair. "And you haven't washed yourself in days, have you? Yuck!" You weakly kick at her as she idly plays with a strand of your hair. "Such a shame. You could look quite nice if you bothered. I used to be quite impressed, but now I have to ask if you're really the same employee as before?"
The Auditor stared at you as if expecting a response, before realizing there was nothing left but a dry, lifeless husk. She let out a pleased little hum and threw your body to the side like a tattered doll. You were hurtling towards the ground, suddenly hundreds of feet below...
"Then I woke up." And that's all you wrote.
Bleh, what a waste. You close your dream diary in disgust.
Not even your dreams are giving you a break about all this mess. It even started out cool, a heart-racing scenario with terror and excitement! Now you just feel embarrassed and incredibly disturbed. A grown woman doesn't act like that.
At least, now you've got the whole business day ahead of you to clear your mind.
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