The watch on the woman’s wrist beeped as the alarm went off.  It was finally time.  Pushing her chair out from her desk, she grabbed her purse and left the office.

She went into the bathroom at the end of the hall, nodding politely as she passed a coworker.  She locked the door and set her purse down on the counter.  Opening it, she took out a small crystal vial.  She popped out the cork and drank the thick red liquid.

She hated the taste of cold blood, but it would have to do until she got off of work.