XX Every WOMAN XX

Mondays suck, especially when you're crammed into a Parisian metro car with an unpleasant smell tickling your nose. Two stops to go, and you're already late for the mandatory 8:00 AM meeting at Astoria Edmonds, the company rumored to be undergoing a takeover. Bursting out of the RER-A like a kangaroo, you sprint towards the office building in La Defense, the financial hub of the capital. It's 7:59, and the anthill of people makes getting through impossible. "Shit." You arrive at 8:02, throwing your bag at the security guard and swiping your badge, already seeing yourself jobless. As you slip on your electric blue heels, you enter the meeting room, all heads turning towards you, just as the new managing director, Wendon Everett, announces, "I'm glad to see you all here today. I hope everyone is here otherwise off with your head."
