#156

he closed his eyes tightly, partially to hide the aggravated roll, and to try and bring a bit of sanity back into his life.
across the conference table, she tossed her shiny, product-laden hair over her shoulder, touched her lawyer's arm and continued with her self-serving demands.
ugh. models! he thought.
she peered across the table at him, playing the part of the wounded animal, peeking her gigantic doe eyes out from under fake eyelashes.
maybe bambi's mom had it coming.