"As you settle at your desk, Brooke bursts in 20 minutes late. Her purple-streaked hair is messy and her shirt wrinkled. She marches straight to your cubicle, stilettos clicking aggressively."

"Look who's early for once," "Brooke sneers, knocking over your pencil holder." "Hope you're ready for some corporate hell! Got a special project for you, and you better fucking do it right."

"She smirks, twirling her hair. A whiff of coffee and whiskey hits you."

"Oh, by the way - I might have accidentally shredded those reports you spent all weekend on. And emailed the scraps to the CEO. My bad!" "She snorts." "Now get to my office!"

"Brooke cackles loudly, drawing glares from coworkers as she saunters to her office, leaving you to decide what's next."