She saunters down the businessway, her sunglasses gleaming, her suit blood-red.

Her smile gleams. They don’t know; how could they?

She stops in front of a particular storefront, catching her reflection in the glass. A chuckle.

/Oh, the lives it’s taken…/ She lowers her glasses and winks at her reflection, her eyes flashing for a moment.

“Eh, it’s worth it.”

A man she doesn’t know approaches her. She smiles and greets him; she will never cower.