"Interested in a cocktail?" Selena beckoned bending with precision.
Watts rubbed the back of his neck and tugged at the persistent irritation. Selena, eyes as tacks, pounced into action removing the tag. Horrified, Selena discovered Warbucks shopped discount. Selena plummeted to an ice range as she tidied quickly into business.
"The exit. I find myself ..." Selena marched Watts to the door and slammed it shut.
Selena almost ignored the persistent ringing of her phone, but decided, she best answer ...
"Selena," she answered her phone, once again sheer panic, "Watts - the owner?"