Phoebe was in the bathroom that was located on the top floor of her office building, the one that was reserved for the higher-ups. She had changed out of the pantsuit that she had worn into the office and now adorning her slender body was a strapless black dress that hugged her in all the right places. After making sure her makeup was to her liking, she walked out with the air of a confident and proud woman.
Clutched close to her, hanging from her shoulder, was a designer purse that matched her outfit. Inside it were an array of ready-made potions and a small switchblade, in case her spells or potions failed her.
She walked to the elevator, making her way to the lower floors of the building to where her car was parked in the underground lot. Along the way, she garnered many stares, looks of envy and lust.
