Page 41 of Strictly Business : A Lesbian Romance
camera instead. She didn’t look too bad. Christina normally got up for an
early morning run. She made it her routine, because hitting the gym had
never appealed to her. She did yoga almost every evening to de-stress and
decompress from work, or just ease the aches and pains out of her back,
shoulder, and neck that sitting for most of the day caused.
It was hard to concentrate on going over her meetings for the day and
the work she still had to get done from Monday and Tuesday’s meetings.
The only ‘good’ thing about Wednesday being pretty much a complete
write-off was that she didn’t have any new files to review from that jam
packed schedule.
She could hear the office buzzing with unusual conversation from
beyond her closed door. While she didn’t believe in gossip, she was curious
about what the heck was going on. Were people really talking about porn in
their reception area first thing in the morning?
Christina had meetings, but not until the afternoon. She spread out the
first file she needed to work on and was about to bend her head and get it on
its way in the long approval process, when her door opened.
Christina started, slapping the file closed. She was about to chew
someone out for disregarding her privacy, but then she saw that it was
Michelle. Michelle had an olive undertone with dark hair. She wasn’t one of
those people who went red easily, but she was entirely red at the moment.
“Sorry.” Michelle obviously meant that she hadn’t knocked.
“It’s alright.” Christina indicated the chairs in front of her desk. “What’s
going on?”
She didn’t bother pretending she didn’t know that something serious
must have happened. Michelle normally didn’t look like she’d walked in to
find a fiery bag of poo in the middle of her desk, but she did at the moment.
Disgusted. Disturbed. Angry. Frazzled. Horrified.
Michelle took a seat heavily. She leaned forward and basically face
palmed her forehead. When her hand came away, it was slick with sweat.
