Priscilla strode to the elevator of her condo in her favorite pair of pink Prada shoes with a big smile and an illustrative purpose. A month ago, when she had stepped into Vincenzo's office to request some weeks off, she didn't quite have a plan.
The only thing she knew was that by all means possible, she needed to strategize. In the end, taking some weeks off from work had never been as fruitful as this particular break was.
She had a clear vision of her next steps. She knew she was about to rain down so much chaos. It would be a discovery. She was a woman scorned, afterall.
Taking her sweet time, she pushed open the doors to her lovely home and stepped in. Marilyn, her cute dog, jumped on her body, excited to see its owner.
"You precious little thing, when did you get back?" She asked the German Shepherd as if it was human. Marilyn wagged her tail and licked Priscilla, causing her to laugh.