Jessica's dark eyes flashed when Sydney began to slowly retreat from the room. "Do you have someplace to be, Sydney? I'm certain that your schedule is<b>wide </b>open." The executive emitted her suave words with a combination of dripping unction and cold diction. She leaned back and crossed her legs in high, leather boots; Jessica's chest thrust outward as her hands , though her eye never left her enemy's gaze. "You have NOT been dismissed," she uttered in a low, intolerant voice.<br/><br/>Delaying the inevitable gave Jessica no satisfaction, though it did serve a purpose. Lulling the cunt into a false sense of stability would be the perfect state from which to drag her into the degrading hell that Jessica had planned. That state had to start with an appetizer of Jessica's saccharine side.<br/><br/>"Besides," she said, twirling back to face her computer, "we're going to be working together. Aren't we?" Jessica reached and dragged a wooden chair, oaken and uncomfortable, from a corner and placed it next to her. "Sit down ... I want to show you something." Jessica proceeded to bring up some of the various files she'd compiled on her new assistant. Sydney's instagram feed flashed up on her monitor; a visual parade of shoes, clothing, and lingerie on display.<br/><br/>"You've exquisite taste in clothing. I like that. Especially heels .."<br/><br/>Jessica dropped her gaze to the purple heels that adorned Sydney's feet. "Are those Jimmy Choo's?" A friendly smile laced with an indecipherable malice regarded her. "What size do you wear, by chance?"