The Execution Part I

"Don't you have eyes?" she sneered at the woman wearing a black leather jacket over a black satin camisole top, and tattered jeans. She was on her way to the exhibit hall on the nineteenth floor of this building when this girl bumped her in a hurry to get in the elevator. 

"Sorry," she mumbled an apology under her breath, looking down on her black Doc Martens shoes. 

She was totally pissed off that this girl has no decency to ask for an apology properly. 

"Don't you know who I am?" she asked her, as she gave her a slow look over from the top of her head to her feet, with the intention to make this uncultured woman squirmed, but her irritation just doubles up, because the woman was not bothered at all.