Vice Chairwoman Keisha Sterling rushed into the Chairwoman's office. No prior knock or inform of her abrupt visit. She was to be away on a flight to Italy, her usual evil routine to keep the Italian branch of their factories on tippy toes.
After wrapping up the work that needed to be done, she sent her luggage to her assistant, the flurry coat over her shoulders, heels kissing the tiles in a sharp sound, almost threatening to put a crack in it. With the signature tight bun accessorised by a pin that was older than her age, she threw careless and judging looks left and right, to any who dared to catch her gaze or even offer a greeting.
It was not nitpicking but she noticed everything they did. And for some reason, Keisha always found a fault.
