2| The Third Ship
Charisse pressed the button for the 23rd floor. She stared down at her navy blue Prada pumps—so conservative like the rest of her outfit. She brushed off lint on her blue A-line dress. It had no sleeves which was probably racy in the corporate world, but the dress was as close as she could find.
The worst part of her whole outfit was her straightened hair, slicked back and twisted at the base of her neck. She felt like Portia DeRossi in her corporate roles except with brown hair instead of blonde. Continue reading