Chapter 6 Six: Lia

• I exhale as I step out of the black SUV, smoothing the ruffles on my sky-blue, high-waist, school-girl skirt. I flip my hair as I look up at the black onyx building emblazoned with the words Hemsworth Holdings. I whip out a small mirror I always carry about with me and check my mascara, making sure my French-braided pigtails don't have any hair sticking out, and nod, satisfied with it.
• “I can't take you enough for the ride,” I call out to the driver as he pulls away. When there's a pedestrian break, I walk across the sidewalk toward the tall, imposing building. Where my presence has been gruffly requested.
• Of course I have an idea why.