The very words struck fear into Elle’s heart. She stood across from the grandiose building, clutching the glittering purse that Jonathan, one of her bosses, had given her earlier that day. Her hair and makeup were professionally done, and the long, shimmering red dress clung to her curves exactly as the designer had promised. Elle’s three bosses and lovers had spared no expense. This was the evening they presented her to their world as their girlfriend, and they wanted her to feel like she belonged. In the office that afternoon, Elle locked herself in a conference room and practiced walking in the tight dress. After she managed that, she worked on sitting without collapsing into the chair like a sparkly red sack of potatoes. And here she was, all dressed up and afraid to enter the building. A frostily beautiful blonde passed close by, a wave of expensive perfume in her wake. The woman’s long, toned legs flashed through the thigh-high slits in her liquid golden dress. She walked like she’d been born to this.
