Chapter 11Pushing aside the tactiface, Janet pulled the comcard from the reader and slipped it into her pocket. The casual pants and thick sweater felt uncomfortable, and she checked her appearance one last time. Too bad Danielle can't see me now, Janet thought, the taller woman having returned to her dancing.
Wavy golden hair, almost strawberry, spilled past her shoulders. High, rouged cheekbones graced a face dominated by two green, glowing eyes. Her executive clothes had been replaced with more casual ones.
Janet smiled at herself in the mirror and turned to gather her things, the layout of the apartment in Pompano Beach already familiar, despite her having leased it just three days ago. And she loved the view.
Furnished apartments easy to find, Janet had had no problem finding those
