Character #1
I turned and she was there, her appearance severe from her head to her toes. She was speaking to a group of about five people at the party that she had helped create the need for with poor management skills. Several people were saying ‘goodbye’ to a company they had worked at for over thirty years since she had stuck her oar in the water last year when the board hired her.
She had incredibly tightly curled hair that didn’t tumble elegantly so much as it maintained its defiance of gravity in a perfectly inverted ‘U’ shape around her head. She wore pristine ironed gray pants suit with two strands of pearls around her neck, one longer than the other. Her shoes were pointed and ridiculously thin with a heel that gave her the slightest height advantage, as though she had always wanted to be just a little taller than she was.
Her eyes were lifeless and cold as those of a dead fish. When she introduced herself to someone she would smile, which was particularly horrible since her enormous teeth would hold the words she was saying prisoner by never opening up. I watched her ooze around the room with dainty calculated steps, person to person to person.
“Ah, hello, this is...” someone would start.
“Oh, yes, it’s so nice to meet you...” or did she mean ‘eat you?’ I couldn't listen to the rest – I was mesmerized by the lack of warmth and genuine emotion on her face. Was she aware that every move she made looked contrived and false? She would smile that shark smile, but it would never reach her eyes. She would keep her teeth clenched together when she spoke to someone, those lips pulled back from the chompers as far as she could get them. Her eyes would roam over their faces briefly then return to their lifeless state. The entire time she would spend with someone would subject them to that unaltered smile of false promises that she was happy to be there.
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