Miss Wheeler
Miss Wheeler wasn't one to tolerate the inessential. Or anything fun. The very word caused her to stick her tongue out in blatant disgust. Indeed; what little fun Miss Wheeler might have ever experienced in her lifetime she put behind her, as Miss Wheeler had more important things to attend to. There's always something more important to attend to, Miss Wheeler thought to herself. After all, being CEO of London's top fortune cookie corporation, she deemed it pointless to stop and smell the roses. As a matter of fact, Miss Wheeler, making her way through the crowded London train station, had paid little heed to the stand of beautiful-arranged, freshly-picked roses she had just passed. Waste of my time, she thought to herself, as she proceeded briskly through the masses on her way to catch the early morning train. She had a prior commitment--an appointment, to be exact, with the top fortune cookie company executives that was to take place on the other side of the city. ...