<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 0.7em;">Sitting in her private office, in a short black pencil skirt, her sheer pantyhose brushed against her slim leg as she slid one over the other. Loosening the black silk tie, that nearly suffocated her throat, she let out a sigh. Her eyelids felt heavy as they closed, while her head tilted back against her leather chair. She was exhausted. A sudden buzz interrupted the moment of silence, followed by the click of the doors to the room. Standing there was a maid with an envelope in her hand. "This is for you miss." Her head slightly down, she walked over to her and placed it in front of her. Staring at the timid girl, in irritation, she whisked her away with a flick of her wrist. <strong>"Don't bother me with any other petty things for the rest of the night or you'll be as good as gone."</strong> She spoke in a low bitter tone. With that, the girl bowed once more, "Yes miss." was all she could reply, in almost a whimper as she quickly left the room.   <br/><br/>Victoria's elbow rested on her redwood desk, drawing the tip of her thin black cigaretta to her ample lips. Inhaling deeply, the pink folds pressed against the end of the cancer stick, taking in the toxins, while her emerald green eyes skimmed the invitation before her. An immediate relaxation eased her mind, from a long day of work. She quirked a brow at the details that laid near the end quoted 'Special Rules', a sly grin creeping up the corner of her lip. Money was not an issue, she was born into wealth, but she was a power hungry female, who thrived on breaking and humiliating others. Removing the butt from her mouth, a thick line of smoke slowly drifted out, dispersing into the air. She would definitely be showing up to the tournament. </span>