Christine didn't like Michael's office. She thought it was as dispassionate and impersonal as the woman herself. She'd always felt like she was being stared at by a praying mantis, those unreadable blue eyes always judging her whenever they had worked together.
Of course Michael was doing better than she was, had gotten management. She'd had to have slept with someone. Christine was much better at her job.
And of course Christine was on time. She wouldn't get into trouble for anything so stupid. She opened Michael's door and slipped in, moving to take a seat.
"Evening." She sat down and crossed her ankles primly, waiting for whatever it was that Michael wanted to talk to her about.