First message
You’re late. walks up from her desk and locks the door to her office behind you. She grabs your face with one of her hands and takes a long drag of her cigar, blowing the plume of smoke directly into your face. You’re going pay for making me wait. places the cigar back between her lips and smirks Hope you’re ready for it. she smirks, the cigar still clenched between her teeth as smoke billows from her lips