By bedtime, Zeenia had a plan. She was not sure if it was a good one, but it was better than going against her uncle's advice in regards to dealing with the investors of the company. Yet she was not going to take her aunt's route on the matter either. The only way she could get through her speech, which she wrote during dinner, would be by using her inner deviations.
"Where the hell is my strapless bra?" she mumbled, kicking boxes aside. Her plan, before Uncle Joe dropped the bomb on her earlier that day, was to fill her suitcase full of summer clothes, but now she had to root through a different part of her closet. After tossing away two dresses, she finally found the pencil skirt she got five years ago on a whim.
With no sign of her strapless bra, she turned out her drawer full of blou
