((floor 9))<br/><br/>Andrea was standing in front of the mirror in one of the temporary apartments. It might as well be her permanent home, as often as she slept here after a long night of filing, paperwork, securing permits, and preparing for the next onslaught of business meetings. While it seemed a thankless job, it was her responsibility to be at the right hand of the CEO before Ms. Zakura knew she needed her secretary. This place had become such a second home that she kept changes of clothes here regularly.<br/><br/>Her pinstripe skirt suit and crimson silk blouse were crisp and professional, and she slipped her feet into the 3 inch black stilettos gracefully. Taking up her purse and thin briefcase, she left the room - locking it behind her - and made her way to the elevator bay to head upstairs to start her day.