Marron walked briskly in the empty hallway of world famous Capsule Corporations building. Her high heels click loudly on the polish marble flooring as she sighs to herself. Her thoughts were scattered! She bit her red lip tightly thinking the best way to explain to her husband about the surprising news. She turned the corner of the hallway quickly and and was faced to face of a red door with the words printed "Capsule Corporations Company Office". She pulled the heavy door open, and entered a new world of numerous hallways packed with employees. She heard the chatter of employees busily working. She heard copy machines working and heard many footsteps walking on the marble floor. She closed the red door behind her and fumble with her hot pink purse setting it back on her left shoulder. Employees were dressed elegantly with clothing you couldn't find at a handy Wal-mart or Target superstore. All were dressed with lines of clothing of Gucci and Armani. Each employee stopped from there work realizing who had walked in the busy hallways. She felt overly awkward in her Calvin Klein hip hugger jeans and pink Abercombie blouse now, as eyes stared at her every move.
She smiled her best as she walked by her husband employees. Most of the employees smiled back, knowing all to well who she was!
She fought the urge to turn back from where she was heading once she entered the specific hallway that lead to the office. His office, the office that contained mile high paperwork, files stack messy on top another, accountant numbers written on boards and chart posters which showed every color of the rainbow but it contained the most important thing "him"!
She stopped dead in her tracks as she reached the glorious gray doors, with her husband name printed elegantly "President Trunks Briefs".
She stood in front of the door biting her lip once more. She tapped her foot, studying the overwhelming gray door in front of her sight. She started talking to herself out loud , as if the door could give the answer to all of her comments.
"Marron, it's going to be fine. He's going to be happy. Well, I hope he will be happy or maybe he'll get angry. Oh gosh, how am I'm going to explain my mistake!" She whined to no one particular except for the gray door. She started to bite her fresh polished nails, in attempt to calm herself down but it' wasn't working.
She knew Trunks wouldn't be extremely angry. Her husband was always so gentle and overly nice to her. Then again, it was her mistake not his!
She clasp her hands together, and lean her forehead on the grey door. She slowly took a deep breath focusing on the marble floor. Employees watched her strange behavior she displayed in front of her husband door. Each wondering what the wife of the world famous company president could have on her mind, to be acting so peculiar. She pick herself back up and sigh once more as she open the door and entered his office.
The gray door creaked and closed itself gently. She went through the maize of messy written charts scattered on the freshly vacuum red carpet in attempt to reach her destination. Her thoughts were brought back to her husband, when he demanded the red carpet inside his office instead of the marble floor his mother requested. She smiled to herself, thinking about how Trunks and his mother argued over the issue for weeks. Trunks won the argument stating that customers would feel more welcome in a warm carpet floor surrounding besides a cold marble floor setting. Bulma, only accepted the defeat if she could lay out the rest of the building with marble floor and placed floral curtains in each room. Needless both won their cases. She reached his desk and peered over the stacks of paper in search of her husband only to find a empty desk chair and a coffee mug halfway full of the brown liquid her husband drank by the gallon each day. She mutter a curse under her breath. "Where can he be?"