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Most important thing on her desk

Lauren looked around at the piles on her desk. How did she work so hard yet the piles never seemed to get any smaller? Some days she'd even work late to try and catch up and the piles would be reduced when she left but when she came in the next morning, they would have multiplied and taken over her desk again. Sometimes she wished there were fewer incident reports or that her boss wasn't actually succeeding in his mission.

Now these were organized piles and did not fully cover her desk, which Lauren did very intentionally. Not only was being organized necessary for keeping the ship running smoothly, but it allowed her to look at the things she had on her desk that weren't piles of paperwork. She tried to keep things on her desk that would make her smile as she felt like she was drowning in paperwork. There was, of course, a photo of her beloved niece that she babysat every weekend. The photo had been taken when she had started to learn to smile and it was incredibly adorable. Her niece's sweet face helped keep her going when the work threatened to overwhelm her. Lauren would take one look at the photo, think about the weekend, and then keep plowing ahead.

Lauren also loved looking at the figurine of her favorite comic book character: Catwoman. Cats were Lauren's favorite animal, but she also just loved how badass she was. How could anyone deny that she was a badass? Looking at her in a fierce fighting pose made Lauren sit up a little straighter and remember why she was there. Catwoman gave her strength when she needed it and Lauren was always determined to make sure the piles were shorter than Catwoman so she could always see her.

She also had a small statuette on her desk. It was made of obsidian and in the shape of star. Her boss had given her this award. Turns out keeping the piles at the same level was actually quite impressive. This job didn't always have the most job security so it was nice to have. It was rather sharp though and could likely be used as a weapon, but perhaps that was the point. Looking at it gave Lauren reassurance that she was doing okay and that she was seen and appreciated.

Lauren also appreciated the fake photo frame on her desk that she'd gotten when she'd been promoted. It looked like a photo frame and could bring up a photo of her squad if she waved her hand in front of it, but most of the time it was a small screen that allowed her to watch the security cameras around the complex. Mostly she kept it at the one that was in her hall, but she also would flick between the rest throughout the complex. Of course, it would also alert her if there was an intruder. They had a system that would track the intruder's movements and keep the cameras on them. Now her main job wasn't in security, but when you were in the line of work she was, it was good to be a few steps ahead.

In the end though, the most important thing on her desk was probably the button. Lauren had a discrete black button on her desk that would open up a trap door just in front of her desk leading to the cells underneath the complex. It really was the best way to deal with problematic employees or would-be heroes who tried to rush in and 'save' her from her job.

What could she say? Working for a super villain did have some perks.

(Prompt by me)
Photo source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Schreibtisch.2.JPG

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