It was the morning after that, Adonis finally got back home.
Nikki stood tall, examining her reflection in the mirror. Using a generous portion of her System credits, she had gotten a tailored, deep emerald green pantsuit.
The cut was spectacular. The blazer nipped in perfectly at her waist, accentuating her curves, while the plunging neckline of the black silk camisole underneath offered just a dangerous hint of skin.
Paired with sleek black stilettos, her fiery red hair pinned up in a sharp, elegant twist, she looked like an absolute weapon. She looked like the Director of Human Relations.
Now I feel like a human being.
"I look good," Nikki whispered to herself, a fierce, confident smile spreading across her lips.
