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Tomorrow morning, 9:30 AM.
[The morning after the spree, with news outlets just beginning to pick up the story, Felicia Hardy strolled into the Oscorp lobby after a rather harrowing subway ride. (Thank you, winter, for ruining the MTA. Thank you, Elsa-lite, for gifting the East Coast with such a wonderful season.) While she was slightly annoyed underneath, she was the same collected, quiet woman the company at large knew. There was that slink, though, brimming underneath the surface if someone decided to look close enough. No one did, of course. No, Felicia Hardy was nothing but a woman who stumbled her way to the top of the company because a couple of misguided men took a fancy to her.
Oh, if only they knew.
Despite the commute, she was still riding high on the loot stashed away in her apartment and getting away clean last night. She was making daddy proud, and a small part of her hoped that he was out there somewhere to see her hijinks. To see her doing better that him. It filled her with a sort of pride that she used to feel in school when she excelled in classes or topped at tournaments. Only better. To think about the piles of jewels at home gave her a thrill that nothing else could really compare to.
She was here though in Oscorp HQ, and she took the elevator to the top floor. Her desk was adjacent to the CEO office where Harry Osborn should be waiting, and after she dropped off her purse and winter coat and situated herself, she strolled over to the door with a tentative knock.] Harry? [Her voice echoed through the door. Blonde hair was twisted up and away from her face, a lush red curled up her mouth, and a sleek black dress hugged her curves.]