Gabi stepped forward to stand beside her with arms crossed, directing a tight frown at the dartboard. “I take it the locals are less than cooperative,” she inquired. “More men who aren"t used to taking orders from a woman?”
Anna threw her head back, blinking at the ceiling. “It never ends,” she said, deep creases forming in her brow. “I give them an order, and they exchange glances with each other and wonder if they should follow it.”
“It must be infuriating.”
Anna bared her teeth with a hiss, then shook her head in contempt. “You have no idea,” she said, hopping off the table to stand on the carpeted floor. “At times, I wonder how anyone who lacks a Y-chromosome gets anything done on this planet.”
noThe other woman was blushing, her eyes downcast as if she felt a deep sense of shame.
