A shutter clattered upward at the command of her electronic bleeper, she took the ramp down to the parking bay and drew up beside the Lamborghini. Judy slipped out of her flats and donned a pair of emerald heels. ‘Have-a-nice-day’ the car said as she got out. She resisted, once again, the urge to kick the s**t out of it, instead she walked with poise, for you never knew who may be watching, toward the lift.
On the way up she checked herself in the mirror and had to admit that she was looking hot, green was very much her colour and the silk clung seductively to the curves of her body leaving very little to the imagination. The lift drew silently to a halt and the doors swished open onto a lavish foyer, thickly carpeted with many high value paintings hanging from the walls that were brightl
