Whoreshit, you shouldn't have hired her in the first place. Know who she is? She's Ulrich's sister-in-law.

They were functional workaday items, and their office-supply roots come across in Zwirner & Wirth’s undarkened gallery, where the sculptures look exposed and a little shabby.

, Bk.I, New York, 2001, p.139: If it be distinguished from them, it is natural or ingenite, which comes by some defect of the organs, and overmuch brain […]

she lay back on the outer half of Ada's pillow in a martyr's pudibund swoon, her locks spreading their orange blaze against the black velvet of the padded headboard.