In the office overlooking the rest of the floor, the VP worked. Sixty hour work weeks and stress made her body slim, and her designer suits hung off her frame like silk. At thirty-two, she was the youngest VP in the history of the company. But her ambition didn’t end there.
“Moira,” she called to her secretary.
“Moira!” she said again.
But still, no reply.
“On a call?” she wondered to herself out loud. Annoyed at the insolence of her assistant, she stormed from her office, to just beyond the door, where her secretary sat. She was looking down below. Continue reading