The day seemed especially monotonous. She sat in on two meetings as a recorder, noting each piece of mundane information on her laptop, every fifteen minutes checking the silver delicate watch on her wrist.
Sitting alone in her small office, she glimpsed her supervisor only once during the entire day as he strode pass with another suit, off to another meeting. He had not even looked in on her, never once even acknowledging she had bothered to attend work.
Feeling crestfallen, but mostly embarrassed, she sulked in her office for the remainder of the day. She had taken special care that morning, brushing out her long hair and placing it in an ornate bun towards the back of her head. She worse a knee length red and brown plaid skirt, with a cherry red blouse that buttoned up to a loose silk bow at the neck. She decided against stockings and simply put on a pair of candy apple red spiked heels. Under her outfit she wore her new black bra that clasped in the front, hidden by an array of beige lace that crept up each breast paired with a set of black panties bordered with a similar beige lace. She had applied her make-up with extra care, using water proof mascara elongating her lashes and similar eyeliner to darken her eyes and make them appear more round and large. She had applied a light dusting of rouge on her cheeks and applied a dark red, smear free lipstick.