Her footsteps were heavy as she begrudgingly walked through her quiet, stuffy home. A yawn and a groan followed those footsteps as she tore her shoes off. Why is every Friday the same? I work my ass off, I kiss other people's asses, and yet nothing ever changes. I'm just some lap puppy that never gets a treat. Vexi moaned as she flopped into the couch, her face against a pillow. Vexi was nudged by something furry. A whine...