Chapter Four
Reena buzzed her into the building shortly after nine the next morning. She felt buoyant after a sound night’s sleep and with the prospect of a nice lunch, not even the thought of sitting in the Bullpen dampened her spirits. “Good morning,” she called out to Reena.
“Ah, Ann,” Reena returned, holding up a hand to slow her progress. Ann studied her handsome features for a moment. She placed her at forty some years of age with hair coloring similar to her own: dishwater blond. Reena was quite masculine in many ways, with her broad face and a strong square jaw. Her shoulders were expansive, supporting weighty breasts, and as large as her breasts were, they didn’t sag but instead, projected up and out from between the lapels of her suit jacket, jauntily teasing, crowned with thic
