Friday, September 6, 2013
Brian wraps up his Comeback Week wearing a tie of suitcoat navy with moderately slim stripes of periwinkle. The last item on their agenda was merely a formality, and not one of the men in the room expected the person to even show up. Several of them had already turned off their tablets, buttoned their jackets, grabbed a last pastry to take back to their office. Suddenly, the door opened. Most of them only saw heels and a pastel blue power suit, but one of them saw her face. It was not the scared and tearful face they had double-talked out of their offices a year ago. This woman was steel-eyed and confident; she had the look of a predator who smelled blood, who was hungry, even lustful for it, and who was coming in with no other idea than to win, no matter what the cost.
Brought to Life by Nance at 11:55 PM