"I can't believe all of yesterday I didn't see him."
Fiona stood in front of the massive wardrobe, her brow furrowing as her gaze swept across the rows of extensive clothes."
"Could it be because he's ashamed of his shitting behavior he pulled in the conference room Wednesday?"
A smirk tugged on her lips as she pulled out a combat mini-skirt and a white long-sleeved fitted top.
"You bought all this for me, I think it's time to start wearing them," she muttered, sliding the fitted top over her body. "I should look pretty because I want to."
The smooth fabric moved up her thighs as she placed the skirt at her waist.
"Arghhhh, what if that lunatic thinks I'm trying to seduce him."
Then her eyes drifted towards the mirror; she took a few steps towards it. Her reflection stared back at her; the fitted top hugged her curves perfectly, while the skirt accentuated her long legs.
"Hazel beat this," her eyes sparkled brightly, "my body is tea, isn't it?"
