stilettos and broken bottles | clue event four } coralie

Time flies when you're having fun.

At least that's what they say.

But work is not fun, it is strictly business. Judgement is clouded if you're enjoying yourself.

Mother always made sure she knew that.

Four months. Four long and tedious months had finally gone by. She wasn't losing, but she wasn't winning either. It infuriated Coralie, but it also made her exhausted. She expected to come in here and for the competition to be a cake walk, people withering in pain as she stepped on them on the way to the top.

She would never dare admit that to a single soul.

Weakness is the first step to failure.

The next task should have been the easiest, but for some reason she found it to be one of the most difficult. Sending home the strongest competition would be a giveaway, but sending home the weakest would be self sabotage. She pondered in her room for a while, who exactly were the three least worthy? When her brain froze and the air seemed to stop circulating in the room she made her way out to the garden.

It was peaceful. Birds chirping with the gentle glow of the sunset. Anyone watching would think her hair was on fire a it blew in the wind while she walked around. Finally, she sat as the sky grew dark, the crickets played their song, and her firey hair dimmed.

But the fire inside grew stronger.

A smirk played on her mouth as she finally came to a conclusion. She tightened the strap on her shoe and touched up the lipstick. Her heels clicked as she made her way through the halls, her mind more made up then it had been in a while.

She didn't bother to knock. The door was cracked, and nobody here was enough of a fool to leave it open while talking to Malcolm about who to send home. At least she hoped not.

"I've made up my mind. It was more difficult than I thought it would be, but strategy here is key," she cleared her throat to make sure his focus was solely on here. "Violet. Sweet sweet girl, but sugar gets you no where in this business. Besides, she was late on the first day, first impressions are everything, and that poor taste is something you can not have in this world," She shuddered at the thought of being late. Her mother would have her head.

"Amrin. It may seem like a personal vendetta but it's not. Anyone who doesn't see the value in having a background in a field of work is naive and you can't change my mind. Naiveté
will not benefit you in any way in this world. There are sharks out there, and she will be swallowed whole," She's seen it happen, there's plenty of people in the world who aren't meant for such a cut throat business.

"Finally, I'd say Harvey. Yeah, being an orphan has given him grit and perseverance, but what does that do? Absolutely nothing without experience, and he has none. The foundations he has built will crumble in no time, and he will come toppling down," What she wanted to tell Malcolm is that the winner should be her, the competition in comparison was slim to none, but she managed to bite her tongue. "Any questions?" she gave a brief, half second pause. "Good, glad we're on the same page,"

She tossed her hair behind her and without a glance back stalked out of the room, a smile plastered on her face.

This was business.

But a part of her couldn't help but find some type of joy.