There were about twenty-five people, and surprisingly the genders were evenly represented. She recognized half of them, including a few of the cops, and did a little wave. The people that knew her waved back. Overhead, big dome lights kept every square inch of the interior bathed in light. Under the glare of the lights that left nothing to the imagination, she squirmed. After a few uncomfortable seconds of awkwardness, one woman peeled away from the group and hustled over to the front desk where Missy was. “Hello.” The woman smiled pleasantly enough, but she had so little body fat on her that Missy could literally see every muscle in her face when she smiled. “Hi, I’m looking for Anastasia?” “You must be Missy.” She extended an arm. Anastasia Monroe, Certified Health Professional, extended a ripped, muscly arm that most men would have died for. Missy couldn’t help but be stunned by the veins that stood out against her taut, tanned skin.
