The pulse in Jessica's core beat with hearty force. If she wasn't ridiculously excited about that was to come, she might have mistaken the feeling for nervousness. No, nervous feelings came in anticipation of the unexpected or unknown. Jessica, on the other hand, knew precisely what what happening and what would transpire. The hapless cunt would wander into Jessica's domain like a tender doe, vulnerable and at Jessica's mercy. Sydney should have known better than to play with fire, or -- at the very least -- steal from a woman as monstrously wicked and vengeful as Jessica Gorman. She kept looking down at the time on her monitor -- soon, the news of Sydney's fate would be revealed. Jessica would have given anything to be a fly on the wall and witness Sydney's crushing defeat first-hand. But, being in a position to make that bitch's life a fucking hell was more than adequate compensation. She wondered at how Damon would have broken the news to her, whether he pretended to care or simply dumped the worthless woman on his way upstairs. Regardless, time approached ... and Jessica thought that she heard someone enter the foyer into her suite.<br/><br/>The arrival of Sydney Rollins struck Jessica with less appeal and fanfare than she expected or hoped. Sydney proved far less attractive than Jessica recalled, and she could not help but hate the face that peeked around the door. That was the root of her reaction -- Jessica finally had the satisfaction of coming face to face with the woman who single-handedly stripped her of reward and reputation -- all for a wad of cash. Jessica's painted lips uplifted into a smile that did not reach her eyes. "Hello, Sydney," Jesssica chirped with restraint. "I'm so glad that you're on my staff now." If nothing else, Jessica was a magnificent liar. Her tone came earnest and quiet, though her actions betrayed much; she did not stand, nor did she extend her hand in greeting. If Jessica touched Sydney, she honestly feared for the woman's well-being. Not that she was in-store for any royal treatment, but the degree of discomfort would be primarily emotional and psychological doled out over a long duration.<br/><br/>Jessica's eyes glanced down and caught sight of the purple Jimmy Choo's on the woman's feet. Those eyes flitted upward to recompose the fake smile, knowledge flooding her mind. The in-congruence of a measly assistant wearing such high-end footwear intrigued the executive, and it reminded her of a set of heels on Sydney's Instagram account. Jessica was not above petty stalking, for when revenge was nigh, investigating the mark of such terrible ire could be dubbed 'research.' Luckily, her investigations paid off. If the purpose heels were purchased from the ill-gotten gains Sydney robbed from her, then the entire ensemble was fair game.<br/><br/>The executive swallowed, then licked her lips. "Sydney," she said, "would you be a dear and fetch me some coffee? Black, please with coconut creamer on the side." She turned back to her monitor, wondering and pondering if those heels could fit her own feet.