(Author's POV)
Rosalie carried the brown paper takeout bag into the private pantry adjacent to the CEO's office. The space was sterile, smelling of coffee grounds and cleaning solution. She pulled out the plastic container labeled "Seafood Bisque" and popped the lid.
She poured the thick, creamy orange liquid into a delicate bone china bowl with gold rims. She placed it in the microwave and set the timer.
*Hummmmm.*
As the machine whirred, Rosalie stood motionless, her face devoid of expression. When the timer dinged, the rich aroma of lobster and cream filled the small room. She grabbed a silver spoon and gave the soup a lazy stir. A splash of bisque sloshed onto the rim of the pristine white bowl.
She stared at the stain.
Five years ago, she would have frantically wiped it clean. S
