Mona click-clacked through the journalist's desk area on her way to conference room, and paused briefly. "Good moorrrning everyone, I hope you all had a lovely evening and are rested and rejuvenated for a new day here." She certainly was; nothing could beat the magic of strawberry martinis in the evening and a clean, fresh, expensive blouse in the morning. "Can the section editors join Ana and I in the conference room, please? Sienna and Sergio? If you please."

And she click-clacked her way to the conference room, hair swinging.