16
Amara
She beamed from inside Senator Tobias’ office suite and offered her hand to Amara. “Hi, I’m Sandy. George said you’d be spending several days with us.”
Amara shook her hand and returned the smile.
Barely into her twenties, Sandy was blonde and beautiful with sensuous pouty lips and long, well-turned legs, nicely displayed in a mini skirt. “I cleared some space on the table,” she said, pointing to it. “I hope you can make do.” Covered with booklets, reports, and other informational materials, only a two foot area at the end of the table remained uncluttered.
Perky Sandy was sweetness personified, yet Amara felt a surge of jealousy and a distain for Sandy’s familiarity with the Senator. Jack lurked on the periphery of her consciousness ready to criticize her for her cattiness.
