The moment her six inch high heels stepped unto the reception area, the entire place went as silent as a graveyard.
She walked with the confidence of a goddess. Her blonde hair was sleeked to the back of her skull like an alien princess that have seen too many good days to understand how to treat lower people. She strutted towards the elevator without having the need to go to the receptionist and that one didn't dare stop her to ask where she was heading to.
Even the elevator seemed to be scared of her as it moved without a sound up to the floor she had commanded it to go. The only thing left out of her ensemble was a tail for everyone that saw the woman walking down the corridor, shuffled far away. She was a true representation of the devil in the corporate world.
Alice Brentwood.
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