The rest of the week seems to go by smoothly. Even Sheila Lance stops glaring at me, only snapping at every little distraction from work.
No more assassins show up to kill me under TanaVesta's orders. No more drama from any women. Jennifer tries to treat me as she used to, before our first kiss, but we both agree it's too awkward, and our interactions end up reduced to curt greetings. Every time I see her walking her rounds, I have to laugh at all the men ogling her. She tries to grimace every time she catches someone looking her way, but the way she moves her hips, or readjusts her clothing lets me know she's enjoying the attention.
