[Rock]
As the time grew closer to seven, I heard more people coming in. My office door was closed, but I could hear them through it because I had better hearing than most trolls or other people. The crowd died down and I knew they were in the meeting room.
The side door opened and I heard high heels enter the lobby. I got up from where I was kneeling and opened my office door. Gemma was standing there in a business suit similar to Carmen’s, but with tight pants instead of a skirt. It looked good on her.
Carmen’s friends were as beautiful as she was, but in different ways. Gemma didn’t pull her hair back into a bun like Carmen did. She was wearing it braided down her back. I remembered how I assessed her in the club. A plotting ditz. None of that airhead energy was coming from her now.
