Could you drive across town and leave it with her night guard?' 'Oh, sure, Seanna.Could you drive across town and leave it with her night guard?' 'Oh, sure, Seanna. No problem.' 'And,' handing her some folded bills, 'could you pick up some fried chicken or something? I'm starved, and I bet you two are too.' 'Yes. You bet,' the woman replied. 'Do you know where I live?' 'Riverside Towers, right?' 'Apartment 36-B.' It was a short drive from the office to the president's apartment. The doorman let them in, smiling an 'Ev'nin Ms. McCaffrey, ev'nin ma'am.' 'Hi. Matt. A tall, blonde woman will be joining us later. Her name is Jansson, you can just let her in.' Matt saluted, and pressed the elevator button. The two women entered the apartment, and Seanna winked. 'We have about an hour before Erika gets here, and I have some more champagne.' Sandy chuckled. She had wondered about their relationship, since Seanna had been 'business as usual' at the office. They got the bottle, and turned the stereo on. The cork was off, and the glasses filled. |