Chapter 118

• Shower? Why not fucking!
• Veronica had had a long day at work. Her meeting had run long, and, as usual, last minute projects were falling into her responsibility. If she didn't enjoy the power so much, she would've quit the job a long time ago, but no one can deny the perks of her employment.
• She unlocks her penthouse apartment, complete with original wooden floors, floor to ceiling windows, and a view that is well worth the real estate price. It has very little furniture, more of a modern, clean interior design that reflects her no-nonsense - almost anal - mentality. Closing the door behind her, Veronica begins to walk across her living room, the heels of her red 5 inch stilettos clicking on the wooden floor. She drops her Coach purse, and she takes off her jacket, a partner to the pinstripe pencil skirt that is hugging her sensuous curves. The top two buttons of her red silk blouse come undone with the movement, as if the fasteners are just as tired as the shirt's wearer.