It was 6:00am and Candice was already taking the elevator down from her 9th floor grand apartment into the reception area, were every morning she was kindly greeted by the concierge,and today was no exception.
"Good Morning Miss.Jones" said Leon or Liam or maybe it was Lennie.
In the 5 years Candice lived in this building she never quite bothered to learn his name, he was simply there to open the door every time she entered or exited the building.
Candice was the kind of woman who used phrases such as 'sweetheart' 'darling' and 'my love' to patronise her colleagues, friends, family and even her own mother.Her stories consisted of her bragging about her luxuries trips to the most beautiful countries, expensive clothes and how many rich,handsome men lusted over her.
Being a woman with a high position in one of London's top law firms, she strutted her stuff down the office in her one of a kind Armanis,Guccis and Christian Louboutins in an extremely confident manner.Her hair was always perfectly coloured and styled and her nails always freshly manicured. Every other woman envied her and every man dreamed of waking up next to her. Every but one,Tom.