Maggie groaned as she inserted the key in the lock. “Yes, the wonderful Helena Roarke strikes again. We have my sister to thank for the whole mess.” Maggie had given the set of keys to Helena earlier in the night so she could unload some of the presentation materials and the bottles of champagne. The temperatures had dropped enough that the champagne could chill in the courtyard since there weren't enough refrigerators in the library for all they'd bought. Helena had conveniently forgotten to return the keys or lock the door, as it was the only place where she could sneak in a smoke break or spend a few minutes making out with Cheney when no one needed them.
“That girl is gonna be her own downfall one day, Maggie.” I followed her into the movie room and thought about what the news meant a
