Beauty ran like a mad woman through the bustling streets toward Venturi's company, her slippers slapping against the wet pavement as she clutched her black heels in one hand and her purse in the other. The morning sun beat down mercilessly, but she didn't slow her frantic pace despite the burning in her lungs.
It was past ten AM, and she was still racing to work.
The realization hit her like a physical blow each time she glanced at her phone. Sandra had killed her, absolutely killed her. The beer from the night before had knocked them both out cold, and Beauty had overslept through three different alarms. She'd woken up on her couch at 9:45 AM with Sandra snoring loudly on the floor, empty bottles scattered around them like evidence of their poor decision-making. They don't normally drin
