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Rishvi marches into Mercy’s room only to find her passed out on the floor, surrounded by bottles of tequila. “Get up,” Rishvi barks, nudging Mercy with the toe of her fire-engine red thigh high heeled boot. Mercy turns her head and peers up at Rishvi. “What time is it and what day is it?” “Doesn’t matter,” Rishvi huffs. “As much as I hate to admit it, I need your help.” “Actually, it does,” Mercy groans, rubbing her eyes and putting her cat-eye glasses on. Rishvi growls. “I need to get into my CIIS account but I don’t have any patience for this Authenticator bullshit.” Mercy gets up and dusts herself off. “Did Sunni not back her account up before she got her new phone?” “Would we be even speaking right now if she did?” Rishvi sighs. “I need this last week, last month, LAST YEAR!” Mercy opens her bleary eyes as she sits down in front of her computer and notices the date. “You mean yesterday?” “Ha ha, bitch.” Rishvi flicks Mercy in the forehead. “Just fucking do the thing with the thing.” Mercy turns in her office chair and smirks. “Can’t. I’m still on vacation.” “The FUCK you are!” Rishvi snaps. Mercy’s smirk widens into a cocky grin before gesturing to her home screen: It read, “Mercury in Retrograde from December 13 through January 1st.” Rishvi sputters. “It says January 1st! That’s today!” Mercy chuckles and opens up a desk drawer filled with Bloody Marys. “Till midnight,” she counters. “Do you seriously keep a drawer filled with cocktails?” Rishvi asks, aghast. “I like to plan ahead,” Mercy replies. “Not enough, bitch!” Rishvi hisses. “My account!” Mercy takes a sip of her Bloody Mary. “Not my fault Sunny didn’t back up the phone.” “But I need it!” Rishvi emphasizes with a stamp of her foot. “Out of sheer curiosity, for what?” Mercy asks. “To sign up for Bubble,” Rishvi mumbles. “Under Butterfly’s name.” Mercy pulls out a celery stalk and crunches it between her teeth. “Sounds like a you problem.”

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