Mary Kay was in the business of men.
So, stepping into a room full of men, she was all but oozing confidence. Dressed in lacy black gown, with puffy shoulders, and her hair braided and tucked around. she strode into the room in light footsteps.
Facing no one but Tiffany, she bowed her head slightly- really it was more of a nod;
"Lady Reaves, please accept my condolence once again. You recent troubles are really disheartening. I pray for strength in these turbulent times."
Across the edges of Tiffany's black eyes, signs of a gathering storm began to grow.
"You are most gracious. But what troubles exactly do you speak of?"
"Oh, pardon me," she chirped innocently- sweeping her eyes across the table; "Was it meant to be a secret? Your men should be disciplined really. Are they keeping information from you?"
"Keeping what exactly?"
