Angel Starr sat comfortably at her desk in her office, room number 1902, situated in the Lunchland headquarters- at least, that's what she liked to call it- and took a single, miniscule sip of her overly-sweetened green tea. Brushing her hair out of her eyes, Angel crossed one leg over the other and looked up at the clock upon the wall, staring at it patiently.
11:57...11:58...11:59...
"Come in." Angel called, and the door opened on exactly 12 o' clock, a young secretary walking shyly in after it. He took a small breath in as he walked up to where Angel was sat, blushing madly, and thrust various papers toward her waiting hands.
"T-the design and development team wanted to ask you if the new Christmas designs were all OK," the young man stuttered, glancing over at the brightly decorated Christmas tree in the corner of Angel's office and then back to Angel, "and…uh…they need it back as soon as possible. I-If that's alright with you, that is."
Angel smiled politely and took the papers from the secretary, looking them over and making notes on them with her newly-opened blue pen. "No, no, not at all. Let's see these, then…Cinnamon Delight sounds like a good one…oh, and I remember that Orange Peel one from a few years back! That'll be good. But…something called Nice Nutmeg just doesn't sound right. If they introduce a snow-themed one, anyhow, Lunchland will go downhill…"
Angel flicked through the papers until she got to the last one. Flicking her bangs, she crossed out the entire diagram with a menacing look, and then handed all the papers back to the secretary- her smile having returned.
"Here you go. I checked them all, and most of them are fine, but some need serious revision."
Angel dismissed the secretary with a wave of her hand and, as he walked out the door and shut it slowly behind him, she winked playfully at him before realising he had dropped a note on the floor. Picking it up suspiciously, she read it through and immediately broke into a sly grin.
Uh, there's this French restaurant a few blocks down called Tres Bien…I've never been there, but apparently it's really good, and I wondered…would you like to go with me sometime?
Angel thought for a moment before getting up, grabbing her coat and heading out of her office with a smile.
I don't think I want to go somewhere with you just yet, pretty boy, but I'll check out the restaurant.
I'll bet Lunchland gives it a run for its money.
An hour later Angel emerged from Tres Bien, her face paler than usual and a sapphire blue bottle clasped in her hand, seriously rethinking her nickname of 'Cough-Up Queen' and considering giving it to someone else as she looked back over her shoulder with intense hatred.