RennyStyle
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Tricia Wells finished texting her assistant and tossed her Blackberry back onto the bed.
She stood in her penthouse bedroom in front of her mirror, debating about which outfit was right. This wasn't just another meeting with the board of directors, this was a public appearance with news cameras, she was going to be the face of the company. And having heard that more than a few employees had referred to her as an ice queen put more pressure on her to get her look right.
She changed dress shirts and slipped into a pencil skirt, then began searching for the matching jacket, unaware of what was about to come through her front door.
She stood in her penthouse bedroom in front of her mirror, debating about which outfit was right. This wasn't just another meeting with the board of directors, this was a public appearance with news cameras, she was going to be the face of the company. And having heard that more than a few employees had referred to her as an ice queen put more pressure on her to get her look right.
She changed dress shirts and slipped into a pencil skirt, then began searching for the matching jacket, unaware of what was about to come through her front door.
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