Force of Habit

Hazel

Within minutes, the room assigned to us starts to smell faintly of perfume and hair spray, with Monica’s laughter bouncing off the walls as she chats with Iris.

"I just can’t get over how hot the CEO is," Iris gushes, sprawled on her bed with a face mask half sliding down. "Like…he’s so intense. He doesn’t even need to smile. Just walks in, and boom, you feel it."

Monica snorts, running her