Post by Emma Frost on Mar 17, 2010 19:26:52 GMT
Emma sat within her classroom, at her small teachers table. It was a dark cherry wood desk. Gleamed to perfection. She had a tray to collect papers from the students, at the corner. Her business briefcase sat atop the desk, opened. She had an array of papers adorning the briefcase. They seemed to hold some sort of order.
Emma herself, was at the whiteboard, pen in hand. She was looking at her plan for the semester. Looking at the paper once more she began writing:
BUSINESS
She paused then, setting the paper atop her desk as she wandered over to the giant window. Her thoughts were on her younger years. When her good for nothing father had given her the reigns to Frost Industries. She had walked out on his decision. Only to return and yank the hold back. Since then, the company has shot through the roof. Emma allowed a small smile to grace her perfect lips. Life had a funny way of turning out.
Emma herself, was at the whiteboard, pen in hand. She was looking at her plan for the semester. Looking at the paper once more she began writing:
BUSINESS
-Trust is only a word, not a moral to live by
-The idea of your business will be skewered beyond recognition
-The idea of your business will be skewered beyond recognition
She paused then, setting the paper atop her desk as she wandered over to the giant window. Her thoughts were on her younger years. When her good for nothing father had given her the reigns to Frost Industries. She had walked out on his decision. Only to return and yank the hold back. Since then, the company has shot through the roof. Emma allowed a small smile to grace her perfect lips. Life had a funny way of turning out.
