HERA was preparing for work when her phone vibrated. She immediately grabbed it from the top of the table.

"Hey!"

"Hi, I can't come over, so sorry," It's Mary on the other line.

Hera heaved a deep sigh. "You can't, for real?" she asked—just making sure.

"Yeah. Something urgent came up at the company and uncle can't take over. I'm in charge of the—"

"I understand," Hera cut the hum through her words. "Guess, I need to inform my manager that I will be ab—”

"Hey! You can bring Oreo with you. Maybe your manager can consider it."

Hera didn't respond for a minute and think deeply. Can she? What...