Cyd stared at the beautiful woman who just entered the room. Gone was the careless way her shoulder-length hair loosely cascaded down her neck and shoulders; it was now tied in an elaborate bun. Her beautiful face, which was almost bare from makeup when they last met, was artistically and professionally made up to project her beauty and position in the company she represented. She wore an all-black blouse and midi skirt that accentuated her figure and again evoked the power that she carried with her.
Emily looked at everyone in the room, and when her eyes met Cyd's, she blinked once as if to acknowledge her presence.
"Sorry for being late, but I had a few calls to make. We are hosting a live conference show in a week's time in Paris, and preparations can be tedious because of the
