Imagery:
"Stay organized? I was working for a company who defined good 'organization' as knowing which floor each employee visited, whether they preferred onion soup or Ceasar salad for lunch, and just how many minutes they could tolerate the elliptical machine? I was a lucky, lucky, girl."
Chapter 5, pg. 60.
"She's a lunatic, Emily," I said softly and slowly, willing her to agree with me. "It's not you, it's her. She's an empty, shallow, bitter woman who has tons and tons of gorgeous clothes and not much else.
Emily's face tightened noticeably, the skin on her neck and and cheeks pulling taut, and her hands stopped shaking. I knew she was going to bulldoze me at any moment, but I couldn't stop.
The Devil Wears Prada