Blank. Gray. How did these people stand it? She scanned the top of the gleaming credenza. Nothing. Not even a fingerprint.Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep breath, trying to pick up an energy vibe from the conference room. Zip. She sighed. She craved zing and all she got was zilch.Someone entered the room and she blinked her eyes open.Bert pulled out a leather chair and settled himself at the head of the long, mahogany conference table. “Your friend Matilda is quite interesting.”Bunny tore her contemplative stare from the energy-lacking space, focusing her frown on Bert. Her mind raced. “You met Tilly?”“She stopped by to give you a message. The Condo Board meeting’s been changed to six o’clock tonight.”“Thanks,” Bunny said softly. Six o’clock. She had hoped to get home in time to center and calm herself, though as long as Alexandra was in residence, there’d be nothing calm about home. The meeting change would mean she’d have to dash straight from work into Thurston Monroe’s lion’s den.She glanced down at the violet suit.
