Florence opened the drawer to find her dress was now a black power suit with a red blouse. She slipped back into her lingerie, which comprised of a g-string and skimpy shelf bra, and buttoned up the blouse. The plunging neckline left little to the imagination, and her thick nipples poked visibly through the material, hidden only by her blazer once she shrugged it on.
They marched down the hall together and discovered Dorris sifting through files on her desk.
'Before you concoct some flimsy story about poor craftsmanship, I have the receipts right here. The contractors are fully accredited and the inspection certificate is signed, so you might as well forget whatever threat you had in mind to convince me to sell.
Florence rolled her eyes. 'Leia has every right to inspect her potential investments.'
'There's no potential if I'm not selling.'
Florence sighed. 'We've talked about this. You need to retire. Your health isn't strong enough to get through the stress of this latest downturn in the business. Leia is the perfect new business partner for me and I'll make sure she gives you a fair price.'
Dorris pursed her lips. 'I made an oath to mother that I'd look after you. I can't retire from that, and it's clear that you need me now more than ever. Spending so much time around these beasts is sullying you and left you confused. The city hates their kind. If you go into business with one you will be a social pariah.'
There was a knock at the door. Florence opened it.
'What is it, Susan?'
'Sorry to disturb you. I was wondering if I could take the rest of the morning off? Jenny's disgusting screams scared off my only client.'
Leia chuckled. 'And you have the audacity to accuse Caroline of running a brothel.'
Dorris scowled. 'It's not my fault if you all behave like animals.'
Florence moved around the desk and scanned the bookings on the computer. 'It says here that you have a joint booking with Jenny for a married couple on their honeymoon.'
'I don't do equines!' snapped Susan.