Denise knew her life was messed up, and it wasn't making her happy. Her life with Terry had been in many ways a duel between his controlling nature and her own irresponsibility and disorganization.
She looked up at the suit. Strong, commanding, organized. "Excellent management skills." It offered the potential to turn her life around. To be strong, even a little cruel. . .
"I'll take it."
"Excellent. I'll take it off Maria Aquila's credit card, then?"
"Of course."
"And would you like to wear it home?"
"Yes" Denise couldn't wait as the suit opened and she stepped inside.
She felt her mind and emotions reorganize, focus. She knew the things she had to do for the next day, week, month and year, and was confident in her ability to get them done.
She looked down at Maria Aquila, who was plainly frightened of her towering new mistress. Good.