09-22-2013, 09:52 AM
Reed stepped up to shake hands offered to her. "Julie Reed," she greeted each of the Privilege's entourage with a slim smile and quickly retracted hand. But held the gaze of each one firmly behind a blink that captured their facial features in the camera embedded in her Lens Warriors: a device with technology that worked similarly to the Land Warriors sported by mainstream military. While her partner, Steve Abrams made the more normal rounds of introductions, she was relieved when her phone rang. Reed tugged the device from her bag, which was custom sized to carry the Wallet, hers being a curvacious model with a bright red backing.
She moved away from the group, turned her back and spoke quietly with the caller. When she returned, she pulled her boss aside and spoke to him. For essentially the first time. She had a crisp, no nonsense tone that matched the type of woman to carry a cherry-red Wallet, work painfully high heels, and wear a snug pencil-skirt. After their brief words, she moved away and returned to the suite.
Abrams didn't seem concerned that his fellow assistant had business elsewhere.
She moved away from the group, turned her back and spoke quietly with the caller. When she returned, she pulled her boss aside and spoke to him. For essentially the first time. She had a crisp, no nonsense tone that matched the type of woman to carry a cherry-red Wallet, work painfully high heels, and wear a snug pencil-skirt. After their brief words, she moved away and returned to the suite.
Abrams didn't seem concerned that his fellow assistant had business elsewhere.