Expensive carpets and modern art decorate the first floor, the sparkling white ground so clean you could almost see your shimmering reflection. Your steps echo loudly throughout the building as you make your way to the receptionist, sitting behind her mahogany desk reading Vogue. 

"Ah," she said as you approached, without taking her eyes off the page. "Miss Do'Ivory is expecting you. She's told me to allow you the use of her personal elevator." She flipped the page. "Her offices are on the top floor." 

By spooky coincidence, the elevator doors ding open, as if casting a welcoming invitation to the penthouse. Cautiously, you step on and allow the doors to swing shut and start its journey to the top floor. The elevator is mostly glass, allowing you to see most of the corporation floors, with hundreds of workers at cubicles and the outside city as well, with all the hustle and bustle expected for a city like New York. 

Though it takes minutes to reach the very top, it feels like mere moments. When the glass doors open once again and you step off into Vivians office, your breath catches in your throat. The luxurious, and rather pretentious penthouse looked as though it was worth an entire village. Plush carpets dotted the room, as did elegant art that made the lobby creatives seem shabby. The walls were made of marble, the ceiling of geometric glass that made ones head spin. 

In the centre of the room, sat a pristine and extravagant desk — if there was such a thing. Two guest chairs made from what looked to be bamboo were stationed in front of the desk. A corporate, villainy looking chair sat behind it. In the corner; high couture, hung up on racks of silver and gold. White leather couches pushed in corners, ornate tables stacked high with papers and magazines. A balcony, small and functional (unlike everything else) overlooked the entire city below, and on it stood the CEO herself. 

Her white hair shone in the light, her black dress hugging her womanly curves. She was the embodiment of beauty and grace, sipping from a crystalline glass that held whiskey and ice. She turned on her Jimmy Choo's as you entered, her sunglasses blocking her eyes from your sight. Raising an eyebrow she took another drink. 

"Hello."

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