Elizabeth was not your typical CEO, where most people had the money to get a harvard degree, she had to earn a scholarship. Where most people around her had the normal mum and dad encouraging them to do well, she had a mother that killed herself when she was 3, and a drunken father who told her she was worthless and brought a barrage of random women home. She worked her ass off to get to where she is, studying to get to the top of her class, graduating high school early so she could go to college to get away from her father.

College itself was a whole new experience, but not in the way most people thought, she found it stimulating to be amongst people who challenged her, who pushed her, and she pushed back. It was here that she really developed her competitive side, participating in sporting events as well as intellectual events. That was years ago now. She had started as PA.. then PA for someone higher, when they quit she was offered their job, then so it went. Along the way she married a man, divorcing him 4 months later after she found him in his office with a secretary between his legs sucking him off. Since then she has not really had a 'relationship'.

Now 29, she was nearlly 30, and she already was CEO of one of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the country. She was proud of what she has done in life, she looks out over the city from her office. She had gotten out of that shithole that she used to call home, left that life behind her. She was powerful, rich, fit, healthy, and most importantly, she was successful. She was also so very alone.

Elizabeth had no problem with using her body to remind men that yes, she was a woman, yes she had more power than them, and no they had no chance in hell of getting in her skirt. She wore tight business skirts, sheer stockings, and stilletto heels, tight blouses with just enough buttons undone, jackets that frame her bust and highlight her slender form. Her hair is always neat, sometimes up, sometimes down, but most of the time somewhere in between. She was not a fan of heavy make-up, opting for a natural look when she did wear it. She wore black skirts and jackets, occasionally a red one thrown in for a change, but her blouses were what changed, white, red, blue, purple, just like men changed their ties for individuality she changed her blouses and shoes.