Character
She was the epitome of perfection. Not a strand of hair out of place, not a blemish on her flesh, no minute detail unforgotten. A faint smile played on her lips, red glossed and perfectly painted. She was the envy of every woman in town and she basked in that knowledge. The begrudging glances of well-coiffed women and the covetous stares of tuxedo-clad men lifted her into a cloud of euphoria that no drug could provide. This was her favourite moment. The world was at her feet, everyone hanging onto her every word and gesture.
She glided like a gazelle across the lounge, her eyes sweeping the length of the room. She caught her reflection in one of the ornate mirrors hanging off the walls and smoothed her already flawless pearl-beaded champagne dress. Her tresses, which she usually kept in a tight bun, cascaded over her shoulders in large gentle waves. She looked younger when she dressed this way. Her loose hair softening her sharp features and giving her, what she liked to think, a chaste appearance.
He operates like clockwork, always being the first to arrive and the last to leave. At medium height he has a stout build with strong facial features that give a distinct image of a bull-dog rearing for a fight. His ivory hair is frizzy and disheveled, its appearance gradually deteriorating during the course of the day. He follows a standard dress code, which consists of navy trousers and a matching polo shirt. This will occasionally be coupled by a worn-out grey cardigan, whose presence is strictly dictated by the weather and I suspect his mood.
He begins his day with an aura of surety, his actions quick and confident. As the rest of us sleepily wander in he is already on the phone, his booming voice echoing off the walls punctuated by thunderous typing. A portion of his desk is devoted to snacks and caffeine that he uses as ammunition to sustain himself. I once caught sight of him in the midst of a conference call as he gushed passionately about a new system functionality and its benefits. His eyes were fixated on his monitor, his hands gesturing wildly unable to keep up with his train of thought. A couple of people in the vicinity stopped what they were doing to watch him, yet he continued. His concentration unbreakable.
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