It was nine past thirty when Danica—Queen of Frost, CEO of CR Company, and woman most likely to have invented the death glare—clicked her way out of the building in four-inch heels that probably cost more than the average person's monthly rent. Black trousers, long coat, killer energy. She was all drama, no nonsense, and appeared like she was about to strut into a Parisian noir film where she'd stab a man with a stiletto and not smudge her lipstick.
The employees who were in their last-minute rush to wrap things up and go home were mildly shocked as they saw their boss walking past them with a smile.
Smile. S.M.I.L.E
She was smiling. Damn.
As in, curving the mouth. Showing teeth. That thing people do when they're happy, or drunk, or possibly possessed.
People noticed. Of course, they did.
