Victoria wetted her forepaw before swabbing at her swollen left eye. While her outward posture was submissive, inwardly her mind seethed. She had every reason to believe Gunther’s mandate to locate this damnable Janx being was based entirely on personal and not professional motivations.
She silently cursed her craven co-workers for not having forewarned her that her failure to determine Janx whereabouts could be both physically and professionally…unfortunate. She’d been most distressed that, in addition to the unwarranted facial contusion, a reprimand had been posted to her Academy performance record.
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: bruised. As a personal challenge, I have been stringing the prompts from week to week into an ongoing story. This marks the 17th such and previous installments may be found here.