As Jen entered the kitchen, the side door opened, revealing Martha. Martha was in her mid thirties, having worked for Jen's family for a little over a decade. She was the opposite of Jen. Dark hair...short to Jen's tall and blonde. "I'm not here," she declared. "I just forgot my phone. It's still my day off."
"Whatever, " Jen said. "Have you seen my other top?"
"Did you try your closet...." Martha said. "If it is still missing when I come back to work, I'll look for it." She hated putting up with Jen...she'd been fine as a little girl...but years later, she'd become a selfish teenage brat.
"Can't you just look for five minutes...I mean...it's really important."
"Not today, Miss Jennifer. I have plans."
"Just..." Jen grabbed her arm, and suddenly recoiled, as if experiencing a static shock. "Oh, shit..."