Mirabel had not realised that she had spoken out loud. The small chuckle and response from the girl drew her attention to that.
"Yes, Mrs Trimshaw, I am Sandy Waters. Unfortunately, you will have to get used to situations like this. I believe that you know your husband's escapades already. I, Sandy, believe in honesty, so I thought it best to let you know everything about me in the first introduction."
"What was Jorge thinking in letting one of his exes be her assistant?"
Mirabel glanced at the beautiful young woman in front of her. Number thirty-six, or Sandy as she had introduced herself, was a tall, brown-haired girl with a drool-worthy body and doe-eyes.
The girl was pretty in every sense of the word and held herself up that way as well. She looked nothing like an assistant did, though, not that Mirabel knew how an assistant should dress up on such an occasion, but Sandy was in a black jumpsuit short dress with a neck romper.
