“Get your butt out of my chair.” Nadine merely smiled sweetly, tucked her nail file away in her enormous calf-colored bag, and uncrossed her smooth legs. “Hello, Dallas. So good to see you. Doing a lot of work out of your home office these days? I can’t blame you.” As she rose, Nadine skimmed her sharp cat’s eyes over the cramped, dingy, dusty room. “This place is a dump.” Saying nothing, Eve marched directly to her computer, checked the last log-on time, then did the same with her ‘link. “I didn’t touch anything.” Nadine added just enough insult to her voice for Eve to be sure the reporter had considered it. “I’m busy, Nadine. I don’t have time for the media. Go chase an MT van or harass one of the droids in Booking.” “You might want to make time.” Still smiling, Nadine moved to the only other chair in the office and daintily crossed her legs again.
