A few heads turned my way and there were some appreciative murmurs. I’d styled my hair as best as I could, running too late to attempt to take straighteners to it. I’d chosen my thigh high black boots to go under the dress, my black jacket and my purse over one arm, in case it was cold later. I’d done a little bit more with my makeup then I did for everyday wear, and was proud of how put together I’d looked when I had left my apartment.I was still a little shaken from my fall in the shower, but my miraculous ability to heal myself meant that I didn’t even have a headache; although I soon might if this argument continued.The door to Hamilton’s office was only open a crack but I saw Rourke’s massive form pacing back and forth in front of his desk. Rourke looked like the spoils of a misbegotten night of passion between the Hulk and a prima ballerina. She had a pretty face and delicate hands, but everything else between them was heavily muscled. She was one of these women you saw at the gym and just wanted to coax them away from the weights with a piece of full-fat cheesecake in an effort to save them from themselves.I often played devil’s advocate amongst my dieting friends.
