Laura Comalie stood before the glass wall that covered the entire one side of her office, looking out over the sprawling metropolis. She was in the tallest building of the largest city of America, and her name was on the top, visible for miles away... she was, literally and metaphorically, on top of the world.<br/><br/>Her hair, a mottled mass of curls in both blond and brown, fell down her shoulder blades, a magenta hair clip keeping it from her ears and face without binding it into a tail. Her face, round and cheery, was growing more accustomed to the proud smirk she wore, eyes such a light hazel they were almost green. She was short, as well, cuddly without being overweight, filling her grey business suit modestly, arms crossed over her ample chest.<br/><br/>"So, this is my office... Comalie Industries" She reached behind her, folding her arms behind her back so she could bend back, spine popping. It had been a long day, and the sun was just disappearing behind the skyline. Several parts of the building were still under construction, but her office was finished, and she wanted to be alone inside of it, to simply enjoy it.<br/><br/>How did she become one of the richest women in the world in only a few years? She was spinning, like she was in a dream, about to wake up. Reaching up, she let her hair out of it's clip and shook it out, pulling a small device from her hip as she did so. She was ready to see the rest of this floor.<br/><br/>The device, a four inch round pink remote, was one of her first products. She clicked a button on it, and knew that her two servants, who waited outside, would know to come in. She could have just called them, but she loved using the remote.<br/><br/>"Kittens" She said in her girlish voice, knowing they both loved and were embarrassed over the nickname. "I think we should see the penthouse now" She was looking forward to seeing her room. She loved how those pink collars looked on them, and she never got sick of the little red light that flashed when she gave an order.