C89 Eighty nine

Candace stomped towards her car, the clacking of her heels echoing her frustration. Ignoring the friendly greetings from her coworkers on the downfloor, she couldn't shake off the awful mood that lingered since lunch.

"Oh, hey, Candace! How was your day?" Dave from accounting called out.

"Just peachy," she muttered, not bothering to turn around