TWENTY-SEVEN
Tetris wasn’t that engrossing. Modern technology was great though. Between reading the news and watching a bunch of videos, she stayed occupied. Checking her email came next. Sender: Greg Hatfield. Hmm, what did he want?
The door opened, not the corner one, the main door. Who was coming to…?
When the woman came in, surprise stunned her into silence.
“Roxie…” she said in what sounded like a rush of relief.
“Kesley,” Roxie replied, struggling to get with it enough to stand when the actress came over, arms open.
“It’s insane, isn’t it?” Kesley pulled her into a hug. “It’s fantastic, but terrifying too.”
The woman smelled so expensive. What was that perfume? Maybe she just bathed in money and success. Is that what all rich, beautiful people did? How was this her life? It wa
