Maja lulled Mira into a false sense of security. She told her that Zoltan had mentioned her problems at work but had told her that Mira was getting help from a counsellor, which was a good thing. Maja encouraged Mira to talk about the office politics which were causing problems and she was pleased to hear that the counselling was helping Mira to have a strategy for dealing with the situation.
Both girls had time to freshen up before they ate. Mira came down in a lovely white blouse, a navy-blue, mid-thigh length skirt, fifteen denier black tights, which looked elegant and a pair of four-inch, white, high-heels, with ankle straps.
“Mmmm, you look nice Mira,” said Maja. “I love the blue eye-shadow and your foundation. It goes so well with your hair colour and your outfit.” Mira smiled, but
