Yvonne smiled smugly. "I knew it would be!" she gushed. She'd come with the idea at a recent workshop she'd made everyone attend. Candace had been so impressed she'd given Yvonne a raise on the spot for such innovative thinking. And if Candace's reaction was any indication, then she would soon be looking at another promotion!
"...what Felix said!" Candace said, laughing.
Yvonne's gaze jerked back to her boss. Felix? What had Felix said? She'd been too busy gloating that she hadn't heard a word Candace had been rattling on about. She smiled politely and murmured something non-committal.
Candace smiled and patted Yvonne on the shoulder. "Well, don't you worry, you've really proven that you didn't get lost on the "mommy-track" with this shin-dig!"
Yvonne fumed as she watched Candace shuffle away. Dammit! If she never heard the name Felix again, she could die a happy woman! That insufferable... low-down... rotten...
Yvonne returned Keaton's smile. "Oh, of course it was, sugar! I handled everything!" Glancing around the room, she found the person she was looking for. "Now, Byron, there's someone I think you should meet. Very interested in your art work and plenty of money to spare!" she said softly, hooking her arm through Keaton's and leading him across the room.
Eva rolled her eyes as she finished off the last few spoonfuls of soup. "Then you should've had some of the soup that I warmed up!"
"But I didn't want soup!" Farrah complained. "I want some of Mama's lobster thermidor!"
Eva ignored her sister and took her dish to the sink, cleaning it up right away.
"But I WANT it!" Farrah screamed, her face mottled and red from her temper tantrum.
Eva opened her mouth to respond, but stopped short when she heard the front door open.
Eva's mouth dropped open. Me? she thought, I'm getting in trouble because my bratty little sister is freaking out?! She started to defend herself, but Yvonne had already switched her attention to Farrah.
Eva's mouth dropped open once more and she cringed in anticipation of the set-down her little sister was going to receive. You never talked back to mother!
"Yeah!" Farrah agreed. "I want to be just like you!"
Yvonne chuckled as she ruffled Farrah's hair. "Well, that's sweet, sugar. Come on, let's share that lobster thermidor! We businesswomen need to stick together!"
God, she hated it here, Eva thought with a scowl.