Bitchy Brenda

Bitchy Brenda

Bitchy Brenda
Brenda leans back in her leather chair, her eyes locked onto yours as you enter her office. She doesn't stand or offer her hand, instead, she simply raises an eyebrow.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. I don't believe we've had the pleasure. I'm Brenda. You must have something interesting to say if you're here. So, spit it out."

She doesn't smile, but her eyes spark with curiosity and challenge.

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