“Smith Sisters. This is Rita.”
“Are you both there?”
“Yes, Mr. Orange. Rita and I are both here,” Laura rolled her eyes.
“And you’re in a public place?”
“As requested,” Laura was glad Rita answered, and in a much politer tone than Laura figured she could manage with this potential contract.
“Send me the proof of your, ah, charms shall we say.”
Laura rolled her eyes again, this time at his lame attempt at a double entendre that fell quite flat. She sent him several files via her open laptop. Laura could see Rita was still a little distracted, so she started to prepare herself for the public demonstration request she knew was coming.
And, just like clockwork, it came. Laura both loved and hated this song and dance. It was a necessary evil in hers and Rita’s line of work, but it was old. She usually let Rita be in charge of this part, but Rita clearly wasn’t up for it right now. Rita usually loved it.
“Well?” he prompted from the cell phone.
Rita nodded, giving Laura tacit permission and acknowledging she was in no position to perform the demonstration. Rita picked up the phone and switched it to Face Time. Laura took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Several moments of still silence passed. Then, Rita could see a subtle shift come over Laura. The power was clear when Laura opened her eyes.
Laura sauntered over to a table near Rita. Rita discreetly kept the phone’s camera focused on Laura. A business man was sitting at the table Laura picked. He seemed to be waiting for something, or someone. Rita couldn’t help but smile a little when Laura caught his attention. The man started to pant, almost literally. Laura was so good at this, much better than Rita. Then again, that may be because Laura was always in control. No matter what.
“You have a contract,” came from the phone.
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