Demoting Vanessa: Conclusion

The whispers were almost as loud as her stiletto heels. Vanessa entered the company lounge, knowing the effect that her micro-miniskirt and tight, low-cut top had on the swarm of eager eyes. Hatred blazed beneath her auburn hair and heavy makeup as she stared at the faces of her former employees.

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