[Cadence would be lying if she said she didn't feel cheated by that night.
About the shoes, that is. The date...well.
But Cadence does not work as hard as she does not to be able to afford whatever damn shoes she pleases, and so life goes on: work, shopping, clubbing, dinner, more work, more clubbing, dinner, work, shopping, work, and so it goes. A few month's worth of daily, weekly patterns, and more than enough to replace her pumps.
And so this day threatens to be just like its predecessor, with Cadence compiling the case files for one of the company's clients, a senior investor who needs assistance with some particularly complicated overseas taxations laws. Evidently, the man's assets were originally comprised of old money which was then invested and grew tenfold, warranting the company to "loan" her outside of her normal job duties. The company could not afford to lose the client's investment portfolio; therefore, she could not afford to lose his cases.
And dear gods did she want to, the minute she stepped into the meeting room, laying her folder on the table across from a well-dressed piece of shit with sleek black hair. May the gods choke and die on their own laughter; I have only earned one curse, damnit.]
...Good morning. Has anyone come by to grab you coffee before we begin?
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About the shoes, that is. The date...well.
But Cadence does not work as hard as she does not to be able to afford whatever damn shoes she pleases, and so life goes on: work, shopping, clubbing, dinner, more work, more clubbing, dinner, work, shopping, work, and so it goes. A few month's worth of daily, weekly patterns, and more than enough to replace her pumps.
And so this day threatens to be just like its predecessor, with Cadence compiling the case files for one of the company's clients, a senior investor who needs assistance with some particularly complicated overseas taxations laws. Evidently, the man's assets were originally comprised of old money which was then invested and grew tenfold, warranting the company to "loan" her outside of her normal job duties. The company could not afford to lose the client's investment portfolio; therefore, she could not afford to lose his cases.
And dear gods did she want to, the minute she stepped into the meeting room, laying her folder on the table across from a well-dressed piece of shit with sleek black hair. May the gods choke and die on their own laughter; I have only earned one curse, damnit.]
...Good morning. Has anyone come by to grab you coffee before we begin?