Bree entered and looked around the room with a baleful smile: she swiped the two blonde bubble ponytails from her shoulder, incidentally revealing a gold necklace with a blue diamond attached. She walked slow, Her pace showing confidence; her white shoulderless top and skirt flowed with each step. Before anything was said, Bree grinned.
Tracey began to sweat; she fixed her collar and stood up straight, unable to shake the uneasy feeling, then mimicked Bree’s smile, though less genuine.
“It’s almost like I see you monthly,” Tracey said as she motioned for the secretary to leave. He left with a stack of papers in hand. “Your father never had to check on City Two this often.”
“Indeed, but I am not him,” Bree said. She walked around and picked up various things around the room like a health inspector. A man entered and glanced at Tracey before he looked away.