Who: Jaime Vegas and Open What: Lunch Where: Some high end cafe When: noonish Warnings: bewbs. Status: open, in-progress
Jaime was in a hurry - she needed to eat before her big meeting. It was not easy running the largest funeral home company in the county. Second largest in the state. It was a lot of work, who knew, right? But poor or rich, the dead needed to be laid out, prepared and buried in some form. And lord knows she'd fallen into the job as a teenager and found her passion. And meetings about dead people did not wait until Monday.
Don't ask. It was a strange passion.
She, in her power suit (that showed off her assets, thank you) and heels, strode into the entrance of the restaurant and narrowly avoided being run into by someone on the way out. "Watch yourself!" she snapped in annoyance, moving her purse out of the way, eyes narrowed. She had too much to do to deal with idiots.