Sarah Surridge looked every bit like she belonged in the corporate world. With her seductive and feminine power suit black pencil skirt, and dark shimmery pantyhose why she would blend in to any office setting. All of the doors to your headquarters required a keyboard to get in but it was a simple matter for Sarah to slip in with a group of employees. Her presence didn't raise suspicion, perhaps she worked on a different floor, maybe she was an assistant to one of the bigwigs or even you yourself, regardless her carrying herself as if she belonged and worked here was enough for everyone else. Click clack click. Her glossy black Louboitin high heel pumps sounded against the floor as she made her way over to a service custodial door and the custodial elevator
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