Chapter Thirteen
Filing Cabinets
“One man’s codpiece is another man’s jockstrap.”—The Guru
The Voted Ins moved forward, spoiling for a fight.
Beryl threw them a “hold your ground” look, then turned to her rival.
“What would you wager for an energy solution?”
“Wager?” snapped Bette. “What are you? Earth’s Robin Hood?”
“Robin Hood?” shouted another male voice. “Look no further.”
The women turned to see the long-legged footman appear from behind Mr Ex.
A young man with a thin nose and legs so long he looked like an ostrich, he had something—a Robin Hood something—despite the sandals.
Beryl stopped in her tracks.
He caught her eye.
She held his stare.
“Who are you?” said the market cleaner, a woman with no time for Robin Hood–type men.
“I speak for the men,” he said.
“Who cares?
